Joel is amazing with his friends' children. His paternal instincts make me look about as motherly as Samantha on Sex in the City by comparison, or you know, like that single friend who enjoys holding your baby until it cries. Then I start looking around desperately for a vase or ficus plant or something I can hide the child in until it stops. (I am kidding. I will never stash your child in a ficus plant. No promises about vases.)