May I please direct your attention to baby Morrison, center, serving me the EXACT look he gives me every time I repeat myself, ask him when the new refrigerator door is coming and has he checked on the refrigerator door? Or really anytime I discuss social logistics in any detail. It’s not to be confused with the EXACT look that Joe serves me when I try and have a tender song moment with him, take him inside when he wants to be outside, or just generally do anything that he doesn’t approve of. Lord, surround me with this one stank eye forever, but pepper it with their most electric smiles that MAKE IT ALL WORTH IT.