Not The Green Goblin

Is it true that chicks dig a guy in shades? It isn't easy being so cool. I surprise even myself that I enjoy wearing glasses and hats so much. I also love playing with that big old bear you see behind me. When we wrestle I usually win. The same goes for when my daddy and I wrestle. It isn't hard to see why, if you know what I mean. I have some serious guns and a washboard six pack, hidden by a couple of spare tires, of course. I also pull the drooly, wet kiss trick on him sometimes. That one never fails me.



I basically love the taste of everything that goes in my mouth these days, and I sure do get a variety. I would have to say that my favorites right now are bananas with sweet potatoes coming in at a close second. Contrary to what my mom says, those pureed, canned peas aren't too bad either. Sunglasses aren't too shabby, but I would prefer them a little sweeter.












So this guy and I are pretty close. I see him a lot and he always smiles at me. We have grown to be pretty good friends, though he's not much for wrestling with me. I think he'll stick around for a really long time. Isn't that what good friends are for?








The doctor said that it was going to change my look a little bit, but that it was necessary. He assured me that I will grow into them. I think that is what the lady meant when she said I have a big head, but I'll grow into it too. So do you think the glasses suit me well? I am not so sure.