We took the little man to the doc yesterday for his 6 week check up and the (quite fit) doctor did her usual prodding and poking, checking to see that he hadn't sprouted any extra fingers or toes etc. Apart from having a bit of an eye bogey on his face, he passed with flying colours. By far the proudest moment for me though, was when she took off his nappy and had a fondle of his tackle. As she took his bollox in hand, she looked at me with a raised eyebrow exclaiming ''well he certainly doesn't have any problems in this department, actually quite the opposite, he's very well endowed.'' Made me gush with fatherly pride it did. My son is rigged like a Grand National winner.