My son is a goofball. We went to buy a new microwave today (because our old one up and died, booger) and while I was holding him in the sling in the store, he kept trying to launch himself backwards, the net result being he was half hanging out of the sling, upside down, and staring at the salesman with a huge grin on his face. No, this boy doesn’t understand how to be cute. Right.

Later, when we went to a party at a friends house, he spent the whole time making goofy faces at everyone. He does this thing where he crinkles up his eyes and nose and puckers his lips and blows, as if he’s trying to whistle but doesn’t know how.