Mommy and Daddy went to the doctor’s office and got an ultrasound. Here’s me!
Me at 9.5 weeks!
I transcribed some of the dialog that took place…
Doctor: There’s the baby!
Mommy: Oooooo! Our baby!
Daddy: Hey WTF?!? That thing doesn’t look anything like me!
A few seconds pass and Daddy’s face transitions from confusion to happiness. Daddy then proceeds to do the happy dance! Like this guy…
Doctor and Mommy tried to explain to Daddy that i don’t have my fully formed distinct features yet. But the only thing Daddy did was try to figure out who the real Daddy could be.
Is this my father?
Maybe my real Daddy is someone famous!
Maybe this guy is my father?
Poor Daddy. What a dummy. I guess he doesn’t know he’ll need a DNA test to prove he’s not the father. You can’t use an ultrasound to do that. Oh well… when i’m born he’ll realize that he IS the father when he sees me with a nose that covers half my face (FYI – cuz Daddy has a big nose).
