Ugly Renaissance Babies

Apparently Eugene Mirman is the son of god? Go figure. My money would have been on John Hodgman.

Just a little off the top and taper the sides, please.

The God Child did turn his gaze upward, his neck craning, turning, rotating – the sound of dry twigs snapping, 

That moment when you realize the baby swaddled next to you has most definitely pooped himself. We’ve all been there.

Aw, how cute, he has an outie! Wait, what’s what? You’re saying that’s not his belly button? I — oh… I see. But then where’s the rest of his, uh, Holy Trinity?

Whoa there, Mary, you might want to stick that Christ Cake back in the proverbial oven. I don’t think he’s quite finished yet.

Whoa there, Mary, you might want to stick that Christ Cake back in the proverbial oven. I don’t think he’s quite finished yet.

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