He does this if you show him the littlest bit of attention. Poor third child.
We're going to start calling him the Boy with the Golden Hair.
Lest you think we have strapped him into some type of bizarre harness, he's in his backback, which he loves, and is propped up on the kitchen table instead of contentedly riding on my back. My back is just about to cry Uncle! from carrying a 20-ish pound baby around.
And yes, that's my new Shark steam cleaner in the background. I love it.