If you want, he'll dance. I can make him dance. He listens to me, he does what I want him to. Even embarrassing things like singing Dad's music. I don't like to make him do embarrassing things, but if you want I can make him. I like make him play with me, really, and I think he enjoys it because sometimes I stop playing and he wants to keep playing, and he gets sad, and feels like maybe I have got better things to do, but it's not that, I just sometimes get tired of playing, and I get hungry, and I want to play with something else. But he's always willing to play with me. Even though I think he's sad still from last time, maybe. He really likes basketball and raking leaves and riding our bikes. I don't know, we just really ride up and down Balltussrawl, and sometimes my brother and I, we race, and he never races. I think he doesn't like competition; because when my brother and I play basketball, like one on one games and sometimes Around the World with Dad, he doesn't play then either. Yeah, he's just not that competitive. But Dad says Freddy and I should be competitive, we just shouldn't throw balls at each other's backs and stick our hooked pointer fingers in each other's mouths. I don't like that either but Mike just gets me so angry because he makes me feel like I have no comeback. One time Dad said 'Shorty, let's go out and toss around the ol' pigskin'. And I did, and I was having lots of fun and then Dad had to go back inside, and I wanted to keep playing, and I got sad, and then I thought of him, and I got even sadder, because I was Dad and he was Shorty. Not Dad, Dad wasn't Shorty, Dad was just my Dad. My imagination was Shorty.