I apologize (but, then again, you didn't see this kid).
I worked for three years in a children's hospital and I understand your sentiment. It was quite different to make decisions regarding whether the hospital had appropriate consent for surgery when I was standing in the Neonatal Intensive Care Unit, or in PICU, than sitting at a desk near the top of a office building downtown. The burnout factor for NICU and PICU nurses was incredibly high, as it was for nurses working on the cancer unit. I had many days where I finished addressing some issues then rushed home to hug my kids.
But this child didn't have a defect. He simply looked like his father. His very happy father.
No need; no offense taken. It's just that experience has cooled my taste for some of the baby jokes. I've ended up in that camp where all survivors rate an automatic 10 for having beaten the odds.
He simply looked like his father. His very happy father.
Bald as a cue ball, and toothless?
Probably didn't need a shave, though...