Anyone who knows me well, knows about my love affair with salt. It's a long standing vice, and although I have significantly cut back in recent years, I still always make sure the shaker is near for meal time. I have always said that Andrew is so much Greg - he looks like Greg, he acts like Greg - there's no way I contributed any genetic material to this child. I was only his incubator. Well, I now I have some solid proof that he did inherit at least some of my genes. Yesterday I found Andrew in the kitchen doing this:
"Hmm...what's in this pretty little bottle?"
"Let's just try a little lick."
"Not bad. Think I'll have a little more!"
"There's no stopping me now! I'm going all the way, baby!"
(Don't worry, folks. I didn't really stand by and photograph my child chugging salt. The lid was closed.)
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