There are few things more annoying than talking to someone that can’t stop talking about how clever and cute their little child or grandchild is.
It’s understandable as a biological impulse – protection of the gene pool, and all that. But it’s not good manners. And face it, nobody wants to hear about it.
Unless…
… unless the child is truly extraordinary, exceptionally clever, and almost unbelievably adorable. Like my grandson, Hudson (above).