Sampson and Delilah (aka Dad)

There were no tears.  There was no anguish.  There was no gnashing of teeth.  I must say, it went quite smoothly, even uneventful if you will.  Unless you count the piles upon piles of lusciously long locks that fell to the floor without so much as a moment of silence.  And what were we left with? Imposter baby!  Smells like our Luke.  Sounds like our Luke.  Definitely, does NOT look like our Luke!   

A beautiful young boy who will soon learn the words, "I will have it high and tight, please sir."  Bye bye little baby.  Hello, young man.