A little soft shoe. OK, maybe a big soft shoe. OK, maybe TOO big a soft shoe.
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Oh Sudsy, I love you and the bubbles you bring me every night.
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Bam ... zzzz ... Bam ... zzzz
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Look upon my works, ye Mighty, and despair!
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I need a suit for our upcoming vacation, so I thought maybe Dad's old one would fit. Not quite.
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I call this performance "Nose pressed on glass".
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Left mirror, check. OK, let's go cruisin'!
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I give new meaning to the name Mr. Tambourine Man in my Gymboree music class.
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This is the kind of things my parents do to me to keep themselves amused. It's kind of sad, really.
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You'd think my jaw was detachable.
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My cool "New York City" shirt, just like the famous John Lennon one!
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Dad didn't seem as excited as I was when I figured out how to climb this. I wonder why?
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Mighty Lennon at the bat!
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For those confused ... this is me, looking through a cardboard tube, with Dad sticking the camera on the other end. Tubular!
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