Q: What is that substance on the baby at delivery?

A: Frosting.

Vanilla frosting.

There was more of it until we licked the baby.

We were having a food fight in there.

Sometimes we get carried away.

We had no idea your wife was diabetic.

We thought she didn't enjoy our hijinks. If there's one thing we won't tolerate it's a stick in the mud.

I guess she had a valid reason for not wanting all that cake shoved down her throat.

Sorry about that.

Look on the bright side, you're still young.

And there's nothing chicks dig more than a single dad with a tragic story.

Now that I think about it, I probably shouldn't be saying "sorry." I should be saying "You're welcome."

You're welcome.