It’s Tortilla Time|

Today I had a brief visit with the father ‘thing’.

I finally was able to view pictures of my newest little bother (intentional typo, I’ll have you know). His appearance resembles that of a hairy, shrivelled up, klingon-looking potato. With scratched-up cheeks, which have undoubtedly fell victim to the CLAWS on his ridiculously long, skinny fingers. It’s hardly human. I assume that this is normal of newborns.

Basically, Aidan is best described as a potato.

Why do I always use potatoes as metaphors?