Tom: Mom, will you please make my chin stop going up and down?
Me: Huh? I don't understand. Your chin? Oh, you have hiccoughs?
Tom: OHHHH! Yes, I have hype-ups. Please put me down for a nap so it will stop.
Seriously, I'm not sure he could be any more entertaining.
Just now he came in from outside, yelled ROBOT, did some jumping about, bouncing at the knee, and straight-armed dancing, (you must recall that he is entirely bottomless), then tried to microwave himself some edamame. Next, he begged me for a diaper, gave up on the diaper, and pooped in the frog potty while he scooted around on it from room to room on the tile floor.
I mean, really. Who needs cable?