Midge's Little Man

I had a good snuggle with Ike on Sunday. Midge has two men in her life now, so being a good best friend she shares. Having something so sweet in my arms leaves me sorta craving a baby. But I'm well aware that craving a baby is much more dangerous then craving chocolate peanut butter ice cream. From what I understand it's much easier to work off one serving of ice cream then nine months of baby. Besides I promised my Mom today I'd wait until I was 35 to have a baby out of wedlock. She says that gives her sufficient time to find me a husband. I have my doubts, but if she wants to make a hobby out of my social life who am I to stop her?