Max is pretty opinionated for a baby.
He knows what he wants and is vocal about when he wants it.
Sometimes it stinks because I just can't let him eat that tuft of dog hair or a wood chip or pull on my earring so that it slices through my earlobe.
But mostly it makes me giggle.
Especially when he has decided crawling like a baby bear/mowgli/monkey is preferable over all other ways to get from a to b.
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