My little sister who texts me while in labor prolly doesn't think me quoting Bill Cosby — "Push 'em out! Shove 'em out! Waaaaay out!" — is as funny as I do, but that's okay.
Today's addition makes me the proud uncle of 19 nieces and nephews, the newest not even having a name yet. I think he ought to be a Bob, but they don't seem to care for my thoughts on the matter. For now, I suppose he's just The New One or No-Name or Hey, You!
More to follow.