Amazing how time's have changed. I'm awful at judging the ages of kids, but I would imagine the day this little guy entered the world was a day in which aspiring to be Phil Kessel would get you sent straight to boarding school. No, not the type of boarding school that can drastically enhance your chances of playing hockey for a living, but the type of boarding school that's used as a last ditch effort to beat some ambition into your child. Two-four(?) short years later and his mother is now hoping that her baby's chubby cheeks stay that way well into his formative years when they'll hopefully sprout a disheveled ginger beard.
From a guy that was so hated that he had beat writers fabricating stories about his fictitious, yet awe-inspiring consumption of processed meat to a veritable point producing machine for a reigning Stanley Cup Champion. What a world. This mother would be ecstatic if her son turned out to be an overweight professional hockey player who looks 15 years older than he skates and whose hair receded quicker than his negative reputation. I'm pretty certain that's not something she could have said when his umbilical cord was cut.
P.S. Sorry for the nightmare fuel....