A week has gone by and all of the immediate family has had a chance to hold the little guy while he was in a good mood (that is to say, completely zonked out after an epic milk binge). Nephew Zachary was very good about touching the baby very gently and not touching him on the head.
Note to central command center: I am revising the original plan to corner the Earth's milk supply with two human slaves; clearly an entire human slave army at my beck and call will be necessary to complete the mission expediently. To this end I have begun operation "baby burrito" - by pretending to be cute and innocent I have begun to build an army of zombie followers who will do whatever I request.
A few pics in no particular order.
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| Saba, Savta, and catbørt |
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| Saba and Savta |
Yes, the little guy has a Saba, Savta, Bubi and Grandfather. Will this confuse him? No, this is chump-change compared to having
me as a father.
Teacher: let's count to five.
Gabe: zero, one, two, three, four.
Teacher: Gabe, we start counting at one.
Gabe: my daddy told me if you do that you'll have off-by-one-errors!
Teacher: (bangs head on desk)
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