I love Squeege's fake laugh. Almost as much as I love how he finishes all his sentences with the word "poop." And I love that almost as much as I love how he changes everything I say into his own language. For instance, if I say, "Nice to meet you, Brad Pitt." He'd say, "Bice doo deet doo, Dad Bitt...Poop."
Other things I love:
1) He asks if we can listen to Glenn Beck in the morning. And he knows all the commercials from The Bill O'Reilly Radio Factor. "Call 1-877-9-NO-SPIN with Bill O'Reilly. Poop."
2) He announces every poot, every burp...his and those that belong to others. With excitement.
3) He's very proud of his, um...presents he leaves behind in his diaper. And he describes them in detail. He recently started describing Garrett's as well. Adorable.
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