Damn, girl.

Has anybody out there, over the course of that first pregnancy, ever wracked their brains over what that tiny person would come out looking like? And eventually deciding that surely they'd come out with a face that only a mother could love? That all likelihood would lead to a clash in a vicious genetics-storm, producing a dreaded Ugly Baby, because of all the bad things we've ever said or done in our lives? And also because mashing together in your mind a composite image of you and your partner can only fathomably produce one odd and altogether wrong-looking human being? 

But then the baby arrives, and lo and behold, looks like this? 

Okay yeah me too. What was I thinking? Because damn, girl. You're cute.