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...
*laughing*
My spousal unit didn't get home until late last night - parent conferences, followed by PTA, followed by a 'drop by' by the superintendent.
Our posts were fresh on my mind because I felt badly about mine. When she came home I said "do you remember that baby in the nursery when Ni was born??
Her immediate response was "the one with the Elvis sideburns?"
I kid you not.
He simply looked like his father. His very happy father.
And of course, our Heavenly Father looked down on them both, also very happy, because they were beautiful to Him. And He did so as he welcomed into his arms the souls of tiny ones and average ones and large ones, infants and neverborns and elderly and prime-of-lifes, the sudden and the prepared, the weak and strong. His beautiful children.