This is my Uncle Eric. He is my dad's brother, whatever that means. He came to visit while my dad was gone, though, which was okay we me. Like I always say, the people to carry me around, the better. I hope to never have to crawl, walk, or otherwise move myself about. I will just snap my fingers - or until I can work my hands - cry, or squeak or coo - and someone will come pick me up and relocate me to a more desirable location. It's great!
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