We're getting ready for church this morning and Adam insists that he and I match -- same colored shirt, same colored dress shorts. It kinda brought a little tear to my eye, him being so insistent. I was proud that he wanted to imitate me to such an extent.
And then he had to go and open his big mouth.
"Dad, I look just like you now," he said. "I think this is gonna be my Halloween outfit."
If it's OK with you, I'm going to choose to continue believing that he wants to be me for Halloween because imitation is the sincerest form of flattery, and not because he considers me a scary, hideous ogre.
Then, as we're about to pull into the church parking lot, Jesse announced that he wants to get married at another church near where we lived and not the one we actually attend. Jeanie asked why.
"Because when we went to that wedding at the other church, the service was over in like five minutes," he said. "That's a lot shorter than here!"
Yeah, Jesse, ol' buddy ... that's the spirit.