This is Tyler with his Brutus Buckeye mobile. It's the bane of my existence. He absolutely loves it, and wants to grab and hold Brutus. Before he could stand, he would cry, big frustrated tears because he couldn't reach Brutus. If I picked him up, he'd cried louder because all he really wanted was Brutus. I think my newest little nephew is going to inherit this parental torture device.

Although Tyler can push his mail cart, what he really likes to do is stand in it. I don't think Fedex will hire him.