What am I going to do with this boy?

I've often thought that Brady reminds me of his uncles, which is a bit scary. If you know Lance and Thad, you know why. They both think that they're the funniest people they know. It occurred to me today that I think Brady feels he's the funniest person he knows. He might not think of it like that right now, but I can see it. He's very clever about knowing the right time to say something funny. I have a story to prove it.

First, a little background. Last night I spilled boiling hot grits on my hand. I don't think my family had ever heard me yell like that. (It's better today. It's just like a bad sunburn, and only in a couple of spots.) Anyway, afterward we were upstairs and Keith was joking around about how we've both been hurt lately. I said I would rather have a minor burn then smashing my finger. Brady shared that he thought it would be more embarrassing to spill grits on yourself. Thanks Brady. Well, this morning we came downstairs, and I asked the kids what they wanted for breakfast. Brady looked at me with this mischievous grin and asked for grits. Of course, once he knew we thought it was funny, he said it at least three more times.

After telling this story it occurred to me that Brady reminds me of my Granddaddy. Unfortunately Brady never got to meet him, but he definitely has his humor. Now there's a thought that makes me smile!