I can't get my son to smile on camera or video to save my life, but the wife has the magic touch. Whoopty damn doo for her. In other news, I've started another I-need-to-get-in-shape blog, which will not only spread myself thinner (no pun intended) than I already am, but it be hopelessly boring and basically for me only. If you're into that kind of thing, have at it.

I have listened to this song 13 times in a row and counting. I suggest you put your headphones and do the same--especially once he kicks up the emotion at the 3:30 mark: