Dude?

With the exception of two women in lab coats and a buzzing console next to the chaise lounge, the Enderles’ party was like any other family gathering. Drinks, snacks, friendly banter. Once the machine was ready, though, Kimberly asked husband Jonathon to corral the guests around the two monitors and hit the lights.

Suddenly there was a baby on the screen.

The techs pointed out various body parts while family members speculated on the origins of nose and cheek genes. There was cooing, commentary, and from the 3-year-old big brother-to-be, brutal honesty.

“Looks like a monster,” he said. “I like monsters!”