Sometimes angels don't have wings

We should believe in angels. With or without wings. When Gooly cried for the first time, I thought he sounded like an angel singing. And he was so fair that he was glowing and I remember thinking, "all that's missing are the wings", though I'd probably freak out if there were any.

Yes, I could probably be high on whatever the anesthetician jabbed me on my back, three times. But it was a beautiful moment.

Papah was the only one who saw Gooly's blue eyes. Yes, newborns have blue eyes because melanin, the brown pigment molecule hadn't been deposited in the irises of the eyes then. I wish I hadn't missed that 10 seconds precious moment.

Papah was not delusional because the only jab he got was from Mahmee to wake him up. Neither was he anticipating blue-coloured eyes because he wasn't aware of the Melanin thingy, and of course both of us do not have cat-like eyes.

So picture this, fair-skin that glowed, cried as though singing, blue eyes.

An angel was born indeed to our blessed family.

However, when the eyes turned dark brown, his cries louder and more frequent, we changed our minds. : P Then he'd do something that would make us change our minds again. This little tyke likes playing who-is the-angel-now, probably because our brain waves look too linear to him. Thus, it is a pendulum opinion which sways between tyrant and angel. Most fortunately, today we have another angelic moment. While reading a story on farm animals, Mahmee mentioned about sheep shearing, of how a farmer would shear off the fleece to make wools. A concerned he asked, "Does it hurt? Is that a nice thing to do?" I checked. No wings sprouted but it's ok. He's still a kind and thoughtful angel to Mahmee..