Everyone says that my son is just like his mother. He’s tall, skinny, and kind just like his mother. I’m short, chubby and…not as kind. A woman stopped us in the bookstore the other day to tell us that our son looked like my wife. I hear it so much that I made a joke that maybe I wasn’t even involved…which my wife didn’t appreciate.

So we’re walking through the aisles and my boy looks at a book and starts giggling to himself. Really hard. He covered his mouth to hide it. He saw me looking at him and he pointed to a book that had the title “Duty.”

“Doody,” he whispered. “Get it?”

Well, at least he gets his sense of humor from me.