See, our house is so cold that even Brennan cozies up with the blanket to watch tv, and see he's fixated-again.
Of course, my son's a pimp! One here, one there. Ensuring that non of the ladies crawl away, he grabs them both!
Ha! we are so poor and ghetto we gave Brennan a fly swatter and instead of swatting things, he amazingly took it and strung it like a violin. I have no idea where he learned it from but he apparently is enjoying it. Maybe we don't need to get him a real violin after all.
