I am... Roy Hobbs

Back in March I discovered that I am just a natural with little baby girls. Bernard Malamud should write a novel about me. I even have photographic proof now, courtesy of my mom.



There's a term for what she's feeling in that picture: unmitigated horror. Can't you just hear her screaming for help? If she only knew that word... Not to mention that this was one of at least two times I made her sob. Thank the FSM that I didn't break her in half.

If you actually click on the picture you can see her hand is blurry because of how quickly she reached away awash in terror. I'm sure she had nightmares about me.

One thing is clear as day: having this baby is going to be a cake walk.*

*May not be accurate