Well, we got another ski in this AM. This time at Rockefeller. It went well, so I can cross country ski for the time being (although the snow is about to melt).
Mike and I were discussing Baby W's possible future talents. Then it occured to us that Baby W could inherit our worst traits. This is what we would get.
A kid with poor balance and eyesight, goofy joints, lacking rhythm and memory, poor guitar skills, can't swim, can't run, can't get tan. If it is a girl, she will get Mike's beefy legs. The boy would get my goofy Caraher build.
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