Life father, like son

Just a few minutes ago I was laying on the couch catching a quick nap with the phinlet.

I woke up and noticed the phinlet's lower jaw moving at a fairly rapid pace, up and down whilst pulling is bottom lip in. Making the same motions he would if he's have been "latched on" during a feeding session.

My Sister-In-Law noticed it, we pointed it out to the missus and we laughed for a bit.

This of course only means one thing, the phinlet, at the ripe old age of four weeks, is already dreaming about boobages.

I guess there's no denying that he's my offspring, the fruit of my loins, a chip off the ole block. As they say, like father, like son.

I couldn't be any more proud.