My baby girl has, yesterday, given birth to a baby boy.
After 39 years of medical practice (which, to use a rugby analogy, involved playing first receiver in the labour ward), you are obliged to accept my opinion as legitimate. This kid is beautiful.
This will come as no surprise to those who are fortunate enough to know my wife, my daughter and her husband, who look like they have come from central casting. And while pulchritude is not an essential characteristic for success or happiness, it is undoubtedly not a handicap.
I am immensely relieved, happy and proud.
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Hope all are doing well.
Hopefully he has inherited his genes from his mother, father and grandmother.
I'm uncertain how to relate to a baby boy, but I'm pretty sure that lots of cuddles can't do any harm.
(Until he reaches puberty, anyway.)
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