Maryanne hummed softly as she looked down on the downy soft crown. "A lot of people say that, yet I'm alway seeing his Daddy in him." The dark blonde curls especially, but she wasn't going to announce that aloud.
The toddler stared up at him so intently. "Would you like to hold him? He don't think he's going to fuss. He's very like his Daddy in that regard too. Only says things when he needs to."