Tuesday, May 24, 2011


I have a way with babies. No, really. Every time I've picked up my friend's son, he has shared his disappointment that it's me with flailing arms, instant waterworks and yelling. This weekend, however, we had a breakthrough. Maybe it was because his grandmother had him dressed in sweatpants running around in direct sunlight and heat and he was too dehydrated to think clearly. Maybe it was because I personally handed him a Sprite with a straw. Maybe it's because we played kickcatchfetchball for a few minutes. Really, the only thing I care about was that nobody was around to document it! Hating me or not, is he not one of the cutest kids you've ever seen?

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