God looked down at the small infant that the universe had given him, and held it in his arms. It was small, pudgy, and had six tiny golden wings on it's back. It opened it's brown eyes and smiled at his father, holding his stubby arms out to reach the Lord and Creator.
"Hello, my son. You will be called Gabriel, the messenger to the people. You will bring them news of great joy and jubilation. And I will always- OW OW OW OW OW!" God cried out as the newborn grabbed onto his beard and tugged at a few hairs. The infant succeed in pulling off two, and God held him at arm's length, while his son merely smiled and giggled.
"… You're gonna be a handful, aren't you?" God sighed. Gabriel only burped in reply.