This kid has to be bipolar.

Damian is so small. Even so, he’s a little demon. Just now, he had been throwing a tantrum because you couldn’t find his blanket immediately. Now, he was calmly watching cartoons on the couch.

“Baa.” He pointed out in a babble, pointing to a sheep on the screen with his chubby hand. He couldn’t really talk yet, but he liked making sure you knew that he knew his animal sounds.