Some recent highlights:
BB nailing LB straight in the head with a full-size football. The usual excuse, I didn't mean to. Yeah right, it's always the ball's fault.
Watching BB be enthralled with the kitsch they set up in mall corridors, like scrolling-screen race cars (what are these things?) and clay dragons and sports themed yard furniture.
Seeing LB attached to BB at the hip, running, eating, drinking, brushing teeth, throwing balls, and sleeping exactly like his big brother. If BB is playing with anything LB says, Mah (meaning more, or, I want that).
Hearing BB yell, you're a baby, over and over at LB. Good, I'm glad we have that established.
LB is starting vaguely to ask, what's that. BB answers him (that's a horse, etc.) and every time LB says, oh, like yeah, I understand perfectly. If it seems particularly interesting to him, LB says, wow.
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