I think I understand my older sister a little better just by watching my own children. I’m so sorry, September.
It’s those Boone eyes and eyelashes. Uncle Danny, you do not deserve in any way to be related to this kid.
An infant dog whisperer. There are probably child labor laws preventing this, but I’d hire her as his therapist.
The dingo would get halfway done with this kid and be all, dude, I’m full.
This baby is better than a tumblr that’s full of nothing but pictures of kittens being cuddled by bear cubs.
This is not something I ever learned in calculus. But I can solve a differential equation.
More zen therapy from the youngest kid in this crew.
Adorable, content, and doesn’t have to pay a staggering utility bill.
I think maybe someone other than the mother of this baby has been taking prenatal vitamins.
She’s not a puppy or even a stuffed puppy, but she’ll do.