I think my baby is unusually advanced

Dear Spencer,

I'm starting to think that you're unusually advanced.

Not that you've learned your ABCs, or how to tie your shoes or anything, but more along the lines of how well you um, "express" yourself. If something makes you happy, you squeal in delight and clap your hands in approval. However, if you find something rather displeasing, you immediately let it be known by screaming, yelling, crying, shaking your head violently, and my personal favorite - getting on all fours and beating your head into the floor.

According to the baby experts, this stage is commonly referred to as "the terrible twos". However, you my dear, are only 15 months old.

In your face, Dr. Spock!

Lately, Daddy and I've been referring to you as "baby Tate", in honor of our newest favorite television sociopath, Tate Langdon. Because not only do you behave like a raging lunatic when things don't go your way, but you also possess this angelic face with precious blonde curls, which make it incredibly hard to be upset with you.

In fact, I may have dorkingly (yes, it's a word) tweeted American Horror Story the other day just to inform them that if they are casting for Baby Tate or Tate's Baby to let me know.

So far, no reply. 

I figure it's because they are still working out the contract. I mean, who could resist this face?

Unusually cute, unusually advanced 15 month old seeks starring role. Will work for Cheetos.

Your move, Hollywood.

Love,
Mommy