We’ve decided that you rock the tank tops, buddy. That’s all we want you to wear now that it’s summer.
Grandma watched you again today, and you did not have an easy day. You puked all over grandma and pooped on the floor. Bad Basher! Not really, but we’re not sure what was making you sick. I think it might have been your teeth giving you pain and trouble. But you still slept through the night!