— The toddler sits upright in his high chair, leaning slightly forward, small hands resting on the tray near the crumbs of bread. His legs dangle freely, wiggling occasionally, but his posture exudes confidence. His brown eyes are wide and curious, fixed on the camera. When he speaks, his voice is deep, rough, raspy, and unmistakably masculine, yet tender and engaging. —

“Hey… look at me! I got breakfast… and I’m ready to show you how it’s done.”

— He leans forward, a tiny smirk appearing on his face, tapping the crumbs gently with his fingers, a raspy chuckle vibrating from his chest. —

“Don’t blink. I might be small… but I run the show here. High chair? My office. Crumbs? My resources.”

— He tilts his head, raising one eyebrow, speaking with deliberate clarity and masculine confidence, like a toddler CEO in the middle of a commercial. —

“Stick with me. You’ll learn a thing or two… or at least laugh trying.”