I’m holding this adorable little baby, thinking for a millisecond that maybe I was wrong in only wanting one, and the little bugger grabs my shirt, pulls, and tries to go to town.
Ah. There it is, now I remember. Babies have razor blades in their gums and I had enough of people pulling down my shirt when I lived above the bar.
Seriously, though, the baby was adorable, and I did giggle.