Shopping for greeting cards makes me have to poop. Every. Single. Time. Without. Fail. Why, Pearl, why? I can't get near a Hallmark store unless it's the last stop on the way home, and I have a fear of Target stores where the bathrooms are on the opposite side of the card isles. True story.
That is all,
SBC
PS - Isn't this funny how it's the #2 dedication and I told you something about going #2? I crack me up.
PPS - It WAS indeed a boy. AND he's the cutest little guy! ...I can prove it!