Starving after hours of driving nonstop, my husband and I pulled over at a truck stop. While he gassed up the car, I went into the restaurant and placed our order to go.
After writing it all down, the girl behind the register asked, “Will that be all for you?”
“No,” I replied a bit defensively. “Some of it’s for my husband.”
We brought our newborn son, Adam, to the pediatrician for his first checkup. As he finished, the doctor told us, "You have a cute baby."
Smiling, I said, "I bet you say that to all new parents."
"No," he replied, "just to those whose babies really are good looking."
"So what do you say to the others?" I asked.
"He looks just like you."