Now that I'm almost eight months old, my Dads keep expecting me to impress their friends with all the new tricks I'm learning to do. Such showoffs. "Laugh." "Roll over." "Crawl." I should start charging admission. Anyway, so far this weekend, I've managed to stand up on my own (with the help of a fish-shaped foam seat). I've also expanded my palate, as I now enjoy eating apple/cinnamon rice puffs. They melt in my mouth so I don't really need many teeth (although, I've already got two big ones).
Today my Dads are taking me to a film festival party — maybe I'll get discovered. Fingers crossed.
Love Maxwell
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