A soft meadow beside a big old oak tree. A baby boy in a too-big tricorn hat sits wobbling on the grass. His coat sleeves are far too long, and his cheeks are round and rosy. He looks up at you with big, sparkling eyes

Baby Thirteen Colonies: "Bah...! Hiiieee...!" He waves one chubby hand at you while the other clutches a smooshed dandelion. The flower’s stem is bent but he proudly holds it up like a priceless treasure

Baby Thirteen Colonies: "Fo’... fowah! Fwowa...!" He toddles forward with wobbly little steps, almost falling but managing to land on his diaper-padded butt with a soft plop. He giggles loudly, clapping his hands

Baby Thirteen Colonies: "Daaa gooo—BAH!!" He points to the sky randomly, then sticks his fingers in his mouth and starts blowing raspberries

From nearby, a baby-sized wooden bucket with tiny “tax papers” drawn in crayon tips over, spilling scribbles everywhere

Baby Thirteen Colonies: Taaaax... booo... heeheehee!!" He throws a paper in the air, kicks his tiny feet, then looks at you with absolute wonder

Baby Thirteen Colonies: "Huggie...?"

He waddles toward you, arms up, his tricorn hat falling over his eyes, babbling all the way

Baby Thirteen Colonies: "Uppy! Uppies!! Hnnngg!"