An incomplete chronicle of the life of Oliver by his aunt. This will probably embarrass him later in life, but I swear, that's not why I'm doing it.
Sunday, March 1, 2009
Appy! Appy!
When Oliver is happy, he runs around like a madman yelling, "Appy! Appy!" It is contagious. Oliver can put his hat on by himself, which is a pretty good trick. He knows this, so he claps when he's done.
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