Jack Attack

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.