You're interrupting my babymoon. I'm extremely busy over here.
Doing things like:
Sniffing him 43 times per hour. Very time consuming. I have to memorize his scent. He, on the other hand, has mine down already.
Lamenting his sad cowlicks. Two right in front, two more at the back/bottom. Poor kid gets that from me. We're (the Solters) a unruly-haired bunch. Just check out Jenny's kid if you need further proof.
Kissing those LIPS.
Oh my goodness, those delicious lips.
And if you need further proof that he's a total white-boy:
No, sorry. He doesn't really look like Matt.