Don't Fear the Reaper
A baby cuter than Porter? Surely not! And yet, would I bring it to your attention if it was not true.
It's true.
But we'll keep Porter anyway. For now.
God has a sense or humor. It's not always sick, as Depeche Mode would have us believe. Sometimes it's downright hi-frickin'-larious . . . but only if you're on the outside looking in. Parenthood is an impending doom, a miracle we fear to tred, and those who do so lightly are at their peril.
A baby cuter than Porter? Surely not! And yet, would I bring it to your attention if it was not true.
2 Comments:
Does it make me look bad to admit that I hadn't seen these pictures of my own great niece, until I saw you post?
And I wouldn't worry about Porter holding his own in any cuteness contests.
Only a little bad, and we're willing to forgive that.
Thanks for the vote of confidence. Since the market crash, I've decided to put my entire trust on Porter's cuteness to draw in piles of cash.
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