Male bonding. It doesn't matter what you wear, silly stripes or drool puddles (umm, grin?). It doesn't matter how big you are. You just have to be a male...on our living room floor.
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5 months
7 1/2 months
Just in case, you know, you don't have enough grunting in your background noise, I thought I'd share.
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