I contest that there is not-unless you happen to have your own fireman and he’s holding your own baby.
I am typically not one of those girls that wants to breathe in the “smell of a baby”. Personally, I think babies emit a lot of weird odors.
And I don’t get a kick out of their fat rolls, their spit-up, their farts or their saliva.
I’m just not there yet-don’t judge. I know it will happen once I have my own-or so I’ve been told.
But until then, I can gaze upon this picture of my hot fireman-Biceps-with our sweet little nephew-who appears to be milk drunk. I do so in the quietness of my childless home and ask-is there anything better than this?