In my mind, and that of Mae's, Jesse is the cutest little boy on the planet. And as though it was some weird fringe benefit of parenthood, people around us are most willing to agree with us. Never mind if they think he looks like the ass-end of baby gorilla, they'd still say he's cute.
Still, for Mae and I, we do appreciate the way Jesse looks now. Whenever we go through some of his old photos, we'd get a shock as to how weird he looked when he was much younger. Heh! And then we realised that, hey, back then we thought he was cute too. So it's pretty safe to say that our barometer for beauty is a little out of whack. :)
I remember distinctively the day Jesse was born. The moment he popped out of his mother's... erm... body, he had this really contorted expression - his eyes, nose, lips and ears all squashed from all that squeezing in the tight confines of Mommy's womb. To make matters worse, he looks like my dad.
I know this sounds harsh, but at that very moment, my heart sank. My baby was butt-ugly. "Poor boy," I thought to myself, "we're gonna have to love him more than ever now."
Thankfully in the last couple of years, he smoothened out, grew some hair, sprouted some teeth and developed, in our opinion, a winning smile. Sure, our kid is no beauty pageant finalist but at least he's no longer hideous. Thank God for that.
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