Fish Fry, our little guy who's one, is considered the social butterfly and comic relief of the family. He has taken nicely to being "the baby"; at this point, he hardly has a choice! This boy is still squooshy and we cannot, I repeat CANNOT, get enough squishy-squashy squooshes from the lovable squooshy thing. Can you say "the baby"? We just can't stop squeezing the poor boy; he's just too squishy! Did I mention that
Fish Fry is really squeezable?
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