This chunklet of a baby boy in front of me is Kirsten's nephew Anthony. Big T. It was his first birthday today. I'm kind of bothered by the fact that my baby voodoo doesn't seem to work on him. We've had odd moments here and there where it felt like we were bros, but for the most part he's not feeling what I'm putting out there. This is me trying all of my tricks to get him to laugh, specifically the let-your-face-go-slack-and-swing-it-from-side-to-side-so-the-skin-flaps-and-everybody-laughs.
It didn't get so much as a chuckle.
Stay tuned, because I'm going to have this kid eating out of my hand by age two.
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