One my young father office-mates missed out on our most beautiful baby competition. I gave him the low down and invited him to take part in the second round. The odds are in his favor because he has seven children. In a genuine way he said "Oh, every baby is beautiful. They are all unique gifts from God." He then took down his family pictures and told me a few cute stories about his littlest kids. It sounds corny, or agravating, but he was so real and honest it was a sweet moment, and I had to abruptly flee because I was tearing up. Families rock.