Juvenile Delinquent

Babysitting this little guy again. He's growing fast. Won't be a little guy for too much longer.

Back harassing his best bud.

"I got my eye on you."

"No, I got my eye on you!"

"No, I got my eye on YOU!"

Who me? Yeah, you, little monster.

For some reason, he thinks Russell exists only to be his punching bag. My man Russ always just takes it, but not without giving me the "Can you do something with this dude?" face. "I just want to take a nap!"

Don't poke that bear, little boy.

I warned you!

Baby bear hug. "I love you, man."

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