Stop staring at me with that adorably perplexed look, Jackson Theron! My son is nearing his one-year birthday, a milestone that has been known to make my ovaries do the salsa in the past, so the last thing I need is you giving me a case of the babies, too. Seriously. And take that preppy baby cardigan off while you’re at it. I mean it; it’s just more cuteness than I can bear.
At least you’re not wearing a baby fedora. That may have just sent me over the edge.