Must Not Have Been a Beautiful Baby

My mother’s good friend Betty brought her new baby to church for the first time.  Mother rushed over to her friend, all prepared to gush over the little guy.  Betty had him wrapped in a beautifully crocheted shawl.  Flipping back the blanket, she revealed the homeliest, poor little guy Mother had seen in quiet a while  Shocked, Mother stammered, trying to remember the compliment she’d had at the ready before seeing him.  “Oh, oh!  It’s a baby, isn’t it!”