Dinner with Nate and Carrie (and soon-to-be baby Tucker)

Mom and Dad's friends seem to be rushing to make new friends for me. Up next are Nate and Carrie, due in June. I thought I'd sell them on how cool babies are by giving them a sampling as we ate pizza: cute smiles, a little fussing, and a bazooka barf. I laid off the charm a little bit and didn't give them a blowout diaper.

I think they'll make good parents.

(The Tucker thing is a joke. There is a baby coming. It might be called Tucker, but it also might not.)