The first thing I noticed was that he had a wrinkly head, probably, at least in part, due to the way his father was carrying him around like a seven pound football.
I had intended to take a plethora of photographs of him, but found myself too concerned about the potential distress my flash could cause him.
"He's been flashed plenty of times already," his mother told me, and I laughed because I am dirty like that.
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it's also funny because he likely has been flashed, at least some boobage, plenty of times. So maybe she's dirty too? You might have a better chance of getting close and kidnapping the kid than you thought.
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