Here he is... the baby you've all been waiting for:

If you're curious to find out how I know the baby is a he... click on him.  Let me warn you ahead of time however that clicking on the baby is merely a suggestion.  I am not going to be held responsible for what happens once you see what's behind this cute little baby.  Be sure to put on your sunglasses and take the popcorn out of your mouth... it ain't a pretty sight.

Please give the baby a few minutes to warm up.  The music will kick in... then you can bop with da baby as da baby bops to da beat!!!  You can click on da boppin' baby any time you want to.  Once that baby gets warmed up... he can't be stopped. 

Go ahead and bop with da baby.  I'm boppin' with da baby right now.  I know a lot of you are probably self-conscious boppers.  I know I am.  I can't bop to save my life.  But it doesn't matter.  I can't see what you look like swaying in your chair... bopping with da baby... to da beat.  You see.. da baby only bops to da beat... nothing else.  So you should as well.  I've searched long and hard for this musical selection which seems to fit perfectly with this boppin' baby... and this baby wouldn't be boppin' if da baby didn't have da beat to bop to.  You may not have realized what just happened here.  I just taught you something.  I taught you that in order to bop... you need a beat.  You don't need to be a baby to bop... you need a beat to bop.  You can also bop with a baby to da beat.  However that's a bit more difficult cuz it's much easier to find a beat then it is to find a baby.   However it's more fun to make a baby then it is to make a beat.  But then again beats are less expensive then babies.  And on that last note... "it's more fun to make a baby then it is to make a beat"... I must admit I've never had to push a watermelon through my butt and that the above mentioned statement was probably a bit chauvinistic.  Oh well.  I can live with the fact that I'm a bit chauvinistic and the simple fact that this is my page.  I'm kidding of course.  This is my father's page.  

C'mon fancy feet, don't fail me now!!!! Ok, if you're not dancing, I understand. You just don't want to be happy. At least tap your feet. Go baby go! Boy oh boy, that is one talented baby! I guess I’m contradicting myself here. I, of all people, do not like to dance. I feel silly. Then again I feel silly when I sit on my feet.... but that’s a good kind of silly.