Full disclosure: I hate babies. Like, haaaaate ’em. No ticking clock here, and the world should be happy for this, ’cause I’d be one of those parents. The kind Steve Martin discusses in his terrific “May I mambo dogface to the banana patch?” bit.
Unlike me, this guy has bred, and is becoming exactly that parent. His child looks to be a few minutes old, but she’s already perfected that “purple tube of consciousness” bad trip face.