I only have to tell him once.
He is able to open his mouth wide enough to fit a basketball.
I don’t have to take him to Disneyland to see his face light up.
If I take out his eyes, he can still see.
His nose is a button, and if you push it he will smile. Also, cash comes out.
Flame decals on abdomen.
He’s not a girl.
He streams his soccer game to my Android phone so I don’t have to be there.
Every time his birthday approaches, I can set his clock back another month.