No Expression. None at all.
There’s an old Mellencap song that goes There’s a man I know, with no expression, he’s got none at all.
That song does not apply to this post.
Please observe the many, many heartbreakingly adorable expressions of my favorite baby:
This is the part where the baby snickers at my inability to sing all the words to “Patty Cake” without assistance…
This is the part where the baby gets really excited because we’re all singing that God awful Lolly Pop song from the Dell laptop commercial.
This is the part where the baby judges us. I mean, we set him on a window ledge and then proceeded to do a song and dance in front of him. In a questionable alley. I’d judge us too.
This is the part where Big Zac told little Zac that in Arizona, Mexican-Americans need to carry their birth certificates.
hehehe sorry. I couldn’t resist. Please refrain from voicing your political opinions in the comments section. Only I hold the power to assign opinions to the baby’s expression.
This is the part where the baby tells us about his last wild weekend in Amsterdam…
And this is the part where the baby yells “HOLY HELL MA! They got CHAIRS at this park!!”
Happy Weekend : )
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