"Oh, I'd love to, but his skin could still rub clean off. I mean I'm just not comfortable with that liability."
"Oh, I'd love to, but just as I sometimes pee accidentally when I sneeze, I tend to crush baby bones as well. I feel a sneeze coming on, soooo....."
"Uhhh, nah. Babies smell fear, and fear tends to make them poo, so nooo. I'm just saving us all from a gigantic poo mess. Thanks though."
Naturally, I'm a little concerned about this whole "being maternal" thing. All of my wonderful friends and my baby daddy say that I'll take to motherhood like a fish to water; that with a little practice I'll get it down pat. I'm crossing my fingers of course but in the meantime thank goodness Franny is extra maternal. He is going to be an amazing dad. Kids just gravitate toward him. Seriously, he looks like a scary hippie RoboCop, but kids just love him. He'll just be walking down the street and hear "UNCOO FWANCIS!!!!" and then tons of poopers are stuck to him like little magnets to a giant refrigerator. I'm depending on him to do the holding, and the cuddling and the breastfeeding until I am positive I won't accidentally kill Nino. I'll change diapers. I'm not squeamish.


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