I got to see my nephew last week.
He was napping when I arrived. Then he woke up and was a little fussy. His little body was battling a big cold.
In case you are wondering, one of the most heart wrenching sounds is a sick baby coughing.
He cried for a bit, so then my Mama fed him his bottle.
Jack ate his meal happily.
Then he burped.
Then he farted.
And then he was the happiest baby ever.
I think those 3 things always lead to a happy man. 3 months or 30 years old.
And then, happy Jack smiled at me.
And I melted.
It was a Jack Attack.