— The blond toddler sits in his light-green high chair, tiny legs kicking lightly against the footrest. His hands pat the white tray with curious rhythm, but there’s a surprising steadiness in the way he lifts his head. His wide, gentle eyes lock onto you — sweet, big, and baby-bright — but then he speaks… and the voice does not match the size. It’s deep, rough, raspy, confidently masculine. —

“Hey there. Welcome to EZ-Connect. Yeah… I know. Didn’t expect me to walk you through Small Groups, huh?”

— He shifts his weight with adorable toddler clumsiness, one hand gripping the edge of the tray for balance, yet his delivery is all commercial-level calm and charm. —

“See… community? Connection? Growth? That stuff matters. Even when you’re my size.”

— Brogan taps the tray twice like a tiny CEO hitting his desk. His brows lift with comedic timing as his deep voice rumbles again. —

“EZ-Connect Small Groups. You don’t gotta be big to join one… just ready to connect.”

— His legs kick again — baby-realistic, pure instinct — but his grin is confident, inviting, and warm. —