straight up.

This dude is like his mama in so many ways.

He loves hard. He cries often. He thinks his dimples will get him out of anything. He sneaks sweets. He loves fresh juice. He can’t hide his emotions. He wears his heart on his sleeve. He doesn’t know a stranger. He tells the world his business. He’s passionate. He can’t stand for anyone to be mad at him. He can’t stand to not be good at something. He loves snacks. He loves his bed. He loves his mama.

But this?

This whole “keep your eye on the ball” thing? That elusive quality that some might simply call coordination?

That is straight up his Daddy.