Well gang, let's talk Ike. He really is a swell little chap. He has Ben's ears. I thought Mae had Ben's ears when she was born, but she doesn't. She has Ben's mom's ears. Here is a diagram to differentiate the two models:
The Ben Ear: (
The Carol Ear: /
(This is a view from the front, if you follow me.)
And an unfortunate genetic trait that my two kids do have in common is their mother's purple-white skin. It looks great on them, though. They pull it off five hundred times as well as I do. Ike has fuzzy white hair, and a little boy face. He smells so unbelievably good. I sniff at him all day. What a world for our little son... I mean, so much shady business going on all the time. His mama, smelling him all the time, his big sister helping to "burp" him on his face, and giving him very sloppy kisses, his daddy, lapsing into fits of loud protest every time he has a bowel movement. Strange. He is bringing us so much dadblasted happiness and joy, and giving us constant cause to wash our bedding. Ah, Ikey. We likey.
