Son of a GRITS

Bear may be the spitting image of his daddy. Bear may have his daddy's sense of humor. But his innards? Oh, his innards are all ME. That boy is definitely my child.

When Big D & I were falling in love, I used to annoy him with random, thought provoking questions. Such as, if you had a boat, what would you name it? If the sky were purple instead of blue, would blue still be your favorite color? If I were to die, how long would you mourn me?

You can only take so many exasperated "I don't knows!" before you give up asking the questions.

Enter Bear. I was walking past him the other day when he asked: "Mama, have you ever eaten a chicken wing and named it Bill?" EEEEE! Someone to play my reindeer games with me!

I'm also a tad hypochondriac. Headaches are brain tumors. You CAN get pregnant from a toilet seat. Huge moles pop up over-night. You know, realistic stuff. We were watching The Office (One of the best shows on tv right now! It's only my opinion, but it's true.) or was it Survivor? Anyway, one of the 2, when a commercial came on. "Mama, are you seeing things in black & white too?" It was filmed in black & white.

Ah! It's so nice to know there is a little of me in him. Poor baby.