I walk in there to find indeed one of the most adorable babies I've ever seen, with a tiny adorable baby afro and huge dimples, all chubby and giggly and squee-inspiring. It was especially impressive given the fact that his dad, who was there with him, was a dead ringer for Lil' Wayne, minus the dreads.
I stayed in there for a bit and made a fuss over the baby and then excused myself, making some joke about how the baby was making me want a kid but mine couldn't possibly turn out that cute, so I had better go. Of course, hood hospital Lil' Wayne didn't miss a beat and responded with, "It would if you had the right daddy!", smiling to reveal one of the most ridiculous grills I have ever seen and pointing enthusiastically to himself.
Damn! I walked right into that one. I mean, I'm married and don't want kids any time soon, but I still don't even think that would be a viable back-up plan just based on how many prophylactic antibiotics would be necessary alone.