These images taken at my oldest son's house yesterday morning show that when it comes to my boy and his babies--to his comfort level with them, his tenderness and patience, and his overall style of fatherhood--the apple doesn't fall far from the tree.
Here is my hubby, the doting grandfather, nuzzling Bonny Babe's utterly irresistible cheek, just like he used to do with our five little guys:And here is his son, the newly minted daddy, kissing the equally irresitible cheek of little Cutie Pie:
Like father, like son, right? You can hardly tell the two of them apart. (That goes for the twins, too, of course. They're identical, after all.)