Pictures

This morning Julie left me with the assignment of scanning our ultrasound pictures. Is it right to post those for the world to see? I mean, some are pretty racy. There's one, for instance, that the tech labeled "Mooning."

When a potential employer googles my daughter's name 25 years from now, I don't want her prenatal ass to pop up.

Plus, I don't want to be one of those parents who think their child is adorable and precious no matter what, even when she's eating food off a stranger's plate at Chili's. "I'm sure that nice man doesn't mind if you try his dessert, do you, nice man?" Doesn't posting ultrasound pictures naturally lead to the unhealthy worship of your own child?

"But she's so cute! Give her another bite, you heartless son of a--"

When she starts dating, it'll be a perfect opener when I meet the guy. "Come over here to the computer, young man. Oops, mind the gun rack. Have a seat and see the first picture of my daughter's skull ever taken."

Yes, I think this item on my to-do list will be prudently ignored.