liked Fergie's butt wiggling so much that he made me rewind it three different times, so he could watch and say "ohhhh" as she humped the stage.
Big Kid finally came out, watched for a moment, and said, "Dis is horrible. Dest click on me when gwown up tb is off, okay?"
(This is another odd quirk, speaking as if he's the error message on the computer. I am commanded to just "click on" things all day long)
Speaking of little kid, I have cleaned up one big pile of poop and chased him through the front yard once already this morning.
It's going to be another long day.