Brandt stands in the living room, eyes riveted to "The Tigger Movie", his plaid shirt partially covered by his ever-present overalls. In his hand, a limp piece of bacon he has snitched from the table. He absently lifts it to his mouth where six little chompers manage to take a tiny bite. By the looks of the bacon, he is actually making good progress. Chuckling, I take the bacon and wipe his hands with a paper towel. I ask if he wants to sit in his chair and he slowly backs up until his fat diaper bumps into the little chair.
He sits down. His eyes never leave the screen.
I love this kid.