Whatever it was they saw, they agreed it was good. My dad (a.k.a. Poppie to his grandchildren) and an early version of Tsega . . .
And just to be fair, an earlier version of Me and Bereket.
And who can resist a very baby Sira?
Or a very baby anything, for that matter . . .
Well, maybe they are toddlers now and not so much baby anymore after looking at these photos? I guess when you catch yourself saying, I don't think I like them anymore, then we're past baby and hitting, for real, those terribly tough twos, which, in triplet-time, begin at about 14 months old. I kid! (Or do I???)