Today on I don’t have kids of my own so until I do (I can do this in my 50s, right?) I obsess over the cute nuggets belonging to family and friends:
OTHER PEOPLES’ INCREDIBLE MAN-FACED BABIES! After much delliberation, I’ve decided that wee boys are way better than wee girls.
Meet Mason, son of Buddy’s sister, Sheila:
And little flanneled hispter Danny, son of cousin Ella:
Shut up, babies.
Secondly, I wonder if it’s okay how much we talk about wanting to bite and or squeeze babies. Parents: weigh in, and sorry about that time that I said I wanted to bite your kid.