I sometimes see little signs that my kids are very much like their grandfather, Grandpa Tony as we refer to him around here, even though he died in 1996.
For example, late yesterday afternoon Michael was very hungry and I took him to the nearby Chinese buffet for early dinner. The first thing he chooses to eat is this fish:
He proceeded to eat the entire fish, very carefully, and loved it. We had been discussing how to eat healthfully. His other choices were boiled shrimp, marinated mushrooms, and some slices of honedew melon. I thought he did well.
My dad loved to fish. He took us fishing from the time we were tiny. I could catch and clean a fish, by myself, before I was 5 years old.
I used to see Dad's mannerisms in Alesia, all the time. She had a way of bustling around, snapping her fingers, that I had seen my dad do many times.
Yes, my kids are adopted and not biologically related to Dad but nevertheless, they are his only grandchildren and I see him in them.
Dad also was very affectionate, and I see that in Michael. He had a tough week last week in wrestling practice, and now has a bad bruised place on his leg. We are trying to take it very easy this weekend. He has needed more quiet "Mom time" than usual, and is more huggy than usual. I get that. When I am really upset, even now, I want my mama.
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On another note: we took the Toyota Highlander I am driving now, which is actually Mother's car, in to the car wash yesterday to be washed and detailed. It was a beautiful day here, with highs in the 70's. So Mike and I are sitting in the waiting area and I am reading. Michael points out this goofy looking man wearing a pistol, in plain sight, in a hip holster. He wasn't a cop. He was smirking, and he walked around like he owned the place. I was glad there were no small children in there to see that.
I am not anti-pistol, not at all. I just think wearing it like you're in the old west while you're in a car wash waiting room is idiotic. It did remind me of this funny bit from one of my all-time fave movies, Blazing Saddles:
