Disclaimer: Not mine.

Henry

Standing in front of the hospital nursery, Henry Spencer thought to himself that all newborns looked alike. Red and wrinkly, all wrapped in identical blankets and hats of blue and pink. He remembered being afraid that he wouldn't be able to distinguish Shawn from the other babies in the hospital and would accidentally take home the wrong one.

His eyes scanned the three rows looking for any indication of which was his new grandson. He stopped on a bundle of blue that had managed to get his arms loose and was waving them around frantically.

Yep, that kid definitely had Shawn written all over him.