We call the boy Bubs. He started out as our little Chubabuba, which worked it's way into Buba. I guess we're a little lazy though because the "a" must have gotten to hard to say. Now he's just our Bubs.
Tell me you don't want to sink your teeth into those inner thighs! I love the creases, rolls, elastic-band wrists, droopy jowls...
I hope he'll always be our little Bubs!



