Bean Bag Witt :)
On the night Witt was born I called him "my little old man." He was just born with an old soul. This time last year he finished his potty-training and over the summer started doing everything by himself -- even pulling up his shorts/undies in layers; somehow the front of his shirt always gets tucked into his Big Boy Underwear. It does not bother him, as it would not bother a little old man. :) He is such a silly little boy.
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