Last week Ryder man met his feet for the first time.
He is absolutely enamored with the new relationship.
Every time I set him down, his feet just pop right into the air like they're spring loaded or something. Since the day of the first encounter, his feet have been his constant companion and he has even moved to sticking them in his mouth when he's feeling particularly flexible.
It's a form of endearment.
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