— The blond toddler sits in his green high chair, legs dangling, tiny toes wiggling against the footrest. He taps the white tray with curious baby hands. His eyes widen as the camera zooms in. Then he speaks — with a deep, raspy, shockingly masculine voice that does not match his tiny body. —

“Small groups? Yeah… I’m in.”

— He grabs a colorful baby toy, lifts it with a clumsy wobble, and points it at the camera like a miniature CEO making a sales pitch. His voice remains deep, rough, and confident, as if he’s leading a board meeting from a high chair. —

“Connection doesn’t have to be hard. EZ-Connect makes it simple. Even for someone who still eats puffs for lunch.”

— He leans forward, elbows on the tray, giving a tiny but powerful nod of conviction. —

“Community. Support. People who actually show up for you.” raspy chuckle “That’s the good stuff.”

— He tries to balance upright again, fingers curling around the edge of the tray for stability. His eyebrows lift with charming determination. —

“So c’mon. Join a group. Make friends. Grow together.” He taps his chest with a baby-sized fist. “If I can do it from a high chair… you’ve got no excuses.”