So the other day, Jake and I were working on getting dinner on the table, and Alex was following us around in the kitchen. He was obviously getting very frustrated that no one was picking him up because he would cry every time one of us would walk by! Finely, Jake walked up to him, lifted him up into the air, and said in jest "Who do you think you are crying all the time 'cause we don't pick you up?" And Mercedes, in all seriousness and with a little bit of "valley girl" attitude as if implying duh, you should know this, Dad replied, "He's Mr. Alex, the Bo Balex."
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