Somebody must have pulled some strings for us at the Ministry of Baby Allocation. You've seen their ads: "Have you taken your MBA, yet?" (yeah yeah, this is a wacky post, but I am a proud, sleep-deprived dad now, so you will just have to put up with my incoherent ramblings).

Anyways, we seem to have been given the kindest, gentlest, easiest, warmest, mildest, best-natured, and most approachable, tender and pleasant baby there ever was.

Why? I have no idea. Probably because my wife deserves all the best in life. Which actually begs the question: How did she end up with me?