Before y'all start calling the fuzz on me, let me remind you of the only way I know how to deal with such a cute baby. I threaten great harm to all of my friend's babies all the time, and they know (or hope) thath I would never really hurt the baby. Anyhoo...what the fuck. Kingston is so g.d. cute that I worry that my head might explode. He is so cute, I'll even excuse the sweatpants and rainboots that his mommy is wearing.
Holy crap. I'm glad baby punching is frowned upon, otherwise I could not contain myself, and I would punch the crap out of that cute baby.