I'm likin' this American Boy, American boy

Boy tells me he has been signed by the Yankees -so convinced are they of his athletic prowess.   

He is a wind up merchant. 

When he gets an idea in his head, he just doesn't give up with it... 

One holiday he "became" Doctor Evil, and we had to tolerate Doctor Evil with us everywhere. 

Dad was Number 2, I was number 3, and Tooli was number four hundred and thirty seven.  No amount of crying nor pleading would allow him to bring Tooli's number any closer to ours. 

The pinkie would sit at the side of his mouth, and he constantly requested a "Schmoke and a Pancake " wherever we went.   Not one word of sense could be gotten out of him.  

Yes, holidays were never dull, not with a multi-personality disorder in the car.