G walked into the living room holding his son propped up on his shoulder. Whenever Scotty looked at L'il G, it made him think sad thoughts about how easy it was to create a baby and how hard it was to raise one.

"What's up man?" G said and then gently hefted the squirming little bundle in his arms, offering him to Scotty to hold. "You want to say hi to your godson?"

Scotty took a quick step back as if G was going to toss him a grenade.

"Uh…no. I'm ...