So, the recent tragic death of Jake (and it's subsequent bungling by the head writer) has left an toddler-sized hole in my cold, black heart. And though the wound is still fresh, Guza has decided to introduce a new little cherub to our General Hospital family in the hopes of distracting the legions of irate fans with their pitchforks that have no-doubt taken up residence outside his house.
It will not work, I tell you.
It will not work.
Okay, maybe it's working a little bit . . .
Especially if the kid keeps giving Sonny this much-deserved stink-eye.