My boy

My son is something else. He's lighting on all fours. Plus he's a young man of distinct taste. Why just last Friday we were having dinner with a group of friends, and my son crawled his way underneath the table. I was informed that he was under the table so I lifted up the tablecloth to see him eating something. Something. "What is that in his mouth," I remember thinking to myself. Just then my wife reached under the table to retrieve our son. As she grabbed him she shouted, "He's eating cat vomit!"

My son had found and was feasting on a hairball.

pandemonium follows. I start half laughing, half gagging. Heather is about to ralph. Our friend Rachel is cry/laughing. I can't see Naomi's eyes because she laughing so hard. Jimmy clicks into superdad mode and exclaims, "Oh! Oh! Give him to me!" and rushes Ti into the kitchen for some much need parental intervention. All others around the table are in stitches and/or holding back upchuck. When Jimmy returned with the boy, Ti was all smiles. Apparently he liked it.

As I said my boy is a young man of distinct taste.