It’s gospel truth however that saint uncle Michael did a load of washing on the very first afternoon to negate any baby vomit scent from lingering in the apartment. Looking at the photo, how could you not love the little fellow (and his proud parents)?
What I don’t know about birthing babies, I make up for with ‘best practice’ teaching methods. (I hold a Feeding Excellence Eminence Award from a previous life). Mother feeds baby till he’s had his fill, and ten minutes later father responds lovingly to baby’s whimpering with a bottle of milk telling me ‘he’s hungry’. And the child burps it all up! After pushing the next load of washing on, I try to explain that there can be only one mother.