Too Much Conversation, Not Enough Action

When I put him in his footie pajamas, he looks like Elvis in the jumpsuit Vegas years. Especially when the collar flips up. I hope he doesn't end up enjoying fried peanut butter sandwiches, or whatever abomination the Elvis Special was: the Percocet Platter, the Darvon Daily Plate. But there's no risk of a toilet fiasco, because *phew* he doesn't even use one!