Babies are so cute, until you smell them.
My grandfather used to be a war hero turned auxiliary superintendent of police in Puerto Rico, when he was still alive. He dealt with a lot of badasses in his day, but he was always ridiculously squeamish around babies. Don’t get me wrong, the old guy absolutely loved babies. He just had no idea of how to deal with them the moment they did something gross. He usually would try to get grandma to deal with the little bundles of excreta and vomit. For that reason, this page makes me grin.
The fathers are hugging their children, their friend is speaking to Nick as he plays video games. Mike runs to hug his father.
Frank to Mike
Ha ha! Whoa, easy there.
What is that, Super Mario?
Yeah, I got it on my Gameboy. Wanna play?
Those Gumbas are toast, kid!
Frank kisses a blissful Penny on the forehead.
Frank takes his daughter Sara.
Hey baby Sara! Come to daddy, come on.
Frank lifts baby Sara, but catches wind of her scent.
Who's daddy's little... Sniff... Sniff.
Uh... Honey? I think the baby needs changing.
What's that, sweetie? I can't hear you over the grill.
I've been chasing crack dealers all morning, Cherry Pie!