In my fifteenth month I've become quite civilized. I refuse to eat a meal without a utensil in my hand and I've become quite skilled at actually moving my food from plate to mouth with these ingenious tools.
Mister Maxwell G., what do you see?
The cutiest baby that could ever be.
Is any boy as cute as you?
Just one boy, Mr. Aaronpoo.
Aaronpoo? Who is he?
Why he's your daddy Mr. Maxwell G.
And who's your mommy?
That's Tara with a "T".
And that's the story of Maxwell G.
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