“Whose baby is this?” wonders Shirley.
He’s cute and there are all different kinds.
He’s a happy little boy. His hands are big.
It’s amazing how big they are. It looks like he has black hair.
It’s hard to tell how old he is because he could have tall or short legs.
He can walk. He’s visiting his grandma… or his girlfriend.
He’s here all by himself.
“Whose baby is this?” Earl asks.
He’s a cute one.
Look at that mischievous face.
This child looks like he has done something.
They get into everything.
This is the age you better watch them, if you can’t see them you better run and find them. Even if a dog poops on the floor they will get into it.
The baby says, “Where is grandma?”
Harriet is his grandma. He’s inside of Harriet’s mothers’ house, where she should be. The family is probably in the living room.
It’s nighttime, he just got into town and he’s so happy.
He’s saying, “Hey look at me!”
He wants to go for a walk. He’s going for a trot. He’s saying, “Get me out of here!”
“Whose baby is this?” questions Shirley.
When the baby smiles big, his eyes start to shut. He likes the way he can play.
“Is he wearing anything?”
They put him in the bag and didn’t give him anything to play with, but he’s playing with something…guess what?
Earl says “Its my baby.”
He will grow up to be a man… just like his brother.
Whose baby is this?