An overdose of cuteness, I know.

John Hummer: Well, dear, what do you think of the photographs?

Margary Hummer: Oh, they’re lovely dear.  Of course, as with all things, they will fade with time.

John: Too true, too true.

Marge: Of course, maybe one day our great-great-grandson will ask his son to remove the dust and grime from these visages using some sort of magical machine.  And maybe he will do so with his son, our great-great-great-great grandson, on his lap.

John: Margary?

Marge: Yes dear?

John: Don’t talk crazy talk.

Marge: Yes, dear.

It’s a close thing, but since he’s been home from daycare today, I think Connor has walked at least as much as he’s crawled.