I'm just trying to get some control of my limbs, as well as my facial muscles. Mostly I just flail around and make funny faces, which I'll be the first to admit can be very hard to interpret. Sometimes the looks change by the second and it can seem like I'm smiling when I'm really just about to drop a load in my shorts. Like in this photo, I appear to be smiling. And I would like to be -- this is a nice place, here on my mom's chest -- but I think probably I'm just working on a present for her. Surprise, mom!
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