No, not the presidential campaign. The boy is becoming agile, mobile, and hostile. Not quite crawling, per se, but he has developed a sort of commando wiggle that gets him where he wants to go. He just grabbed and crumpled Nixon's speech at the 1960 Alfred Smith dinner. It appears Daddy is going to have to get some research off the floor.
Dear God.
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