I would like- for a day- to trade spots with my *almost 2 yr old* nephew, Caleb.
The other day, I watched him roll around the floor, touch his nose to his knees, and laugh for absolutely no reason at all.
He gets to wear a t-shirt and diaper...and no one thinks it's weird.
He's a good-lookin' little baby.
He has an itty bitty dachshund puppy that follows him around.
It's a good life. ;)