What a thing to inherit

I remember hearing stories when I was first married to Mike about how his parents would have to tell the babysitters to make sure Mike's mouth was empty before they put him to bed when he was a young boy. The way the stories go is that when he was just a little guy he would walk around with food stored in his cheeks. He wouldn't chew it, he would just store it like a little chipmunk. If his parents didn't make sure his cheeks were emptied before he went to bed he would sleep all night with the food sitting there. I used to picture him with his cute little cheeks filled with food. I always thought those stories were cute, but I did think that his folks might be stretching the truth a bit. Mike never knew what to make of them. He would always say how he wasn't sure they were 100% true.

Here we are now with our own son. Being the little man that he is, he is so much like his father it is uncanny. And after some experiences with him, I am a believer of the stories his parents would share of Mike and his quirky food behavior. See... the other day, for example, I was laying little J down for a nap. After I leaned over and kissed his cheek, then I stroked it and there was a solid mass in there. He had finished his lunch over an hour before I laid him down. And there was his PB & J stored in his cheek. I just shook my head and asked him to go spit his food out and off he went. This isn't the only time this has happened... it has happened several times in the past and I happened again today. I have to keep reminding myself to check his cheeks first!

How funny is that? Isn't it odd that he would pick up that behavior? That wasn't a learned behavior. J has never heard those stories. What a strange thing to inherit from his father. All I can say is this... I certainly hope that along with that he is much like his father in other ways because if he is then the girl who marries him will be as blessed as I am.