When my husband and I moved to Virginia we met a couple with whom we made good friends. The day their son was born my husband fell in love and repeatedly offered to adopt their son. He told me that if we would be guaranteed a baby as cute as theirs, he’d have one right away. Finally he settled for asking for the catalogue from which they ordered him (haha) so that their son could have a playmate.
(As a testament to the boy, he is now nearly three years old, and while no longer king of the roost but big brother to twins, he is just as delightful, full of life, and polite as ever.)
Since we moved to California we have made friends with a couple out here who has watched our son grow from fetus to infant. The other day they said, “if we knew we could have a baby as cute as yours, we’d get pregnant right away.”