I originally took this video of my son because I wanted to document how his cold was making him sound like he was a seven year old with a pack-a-day habit.
As you’ll see, it morphed into something else. Stuff like this is likely why he has been labeled a class clown. This, and because he spends his lunch period saying, “eyeball” to the amusement of every first grader at his table. Why “eyeball” is hysterical, I will never know. He gets that part of his sense of humor from his dad. I know this because his dad is the one who taught him an entire song about diarrhea.
Also, don’t be intimidated by my purple “Buns of Steel” aerobics step in the background. My buns are steel. Steel like Jello.