If I had a son, he’d look like abscond.
Mine would look like Bill, Tom, Pat, James, Vlad, and Frank! And like Kathleen, since only the pink clothes provide a clue to the sex of the bald baby.
Poor Bill is off to an afternoon of lifeguarding with his massive sunburn. Kathleen and I had a fine time at the Spanish Mass. There were two baptisms and four first communions, and cake afterward. I need to find out who made the cake, because I want one just like it for Bill's Eagle Scout celebration. DP and Tom have gone to get the van's oil changed and put air in the tires.