Like Father, like son

As you may know, I am a bit of a geek. My hubby on the other hand is not. (How we ever wound up together is another story!) As a result I can easily embarrass the poor man. Sometimes accidentally, but mostly I do it on purpose. It's really fun. It's basically become a hobby. It's a lot cheaper and easier than scrapbooking.

Anyway, I sing in public, dance when people can see me and burp occasionally, which causes the poor man no end of personal shame. He has however, learned to ignore it for the most part, because protesting only eggs me on.

Well the other day Spud was pretending to take my picture with a toy camera and kept telling me to smile, so I pretended I was a model for Sears and began to pose. This began to irritate my son and he repeated his admonition for me to smile. I smiled but continued to act like a model on speed. He then put the camera down and said "no mommy, that's bad" and started to walk away. As he left I heard him muttering, "that's very very bad."

His father would be so proud.