I'm convinced that poor Evan will be plagued by his big head (it is a Bucior head after all). He was sitting on the couch with Daddy watching game six, and he kept trying to peer over the edge of the couch on to the floor. Needless to say, after three close calls (and I mean nose an inch from the floor before daddy grabbed him, like the chick in Bring It On), he finally managed to fall on his noggin when we weren't watching. I mean, he's like the reverse of a weeble wobble.
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