I know baby photographs don’t necessarily travel well in cyberspace, but I do think this picture of my nephew with his mum and dad is lovely. He has, unfortunately, inherited his father’s ears. Which Joe, in turn, inherited from his dad. Luckily, mine are perfect…
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