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So there was a mix-up at the hospital

Worm does not like corn-dogs.  Clearly he is not my child.  

Never mind that he laughs exactly like Huck (who obviously is my child due to his love of all crappy food).  Its a coincidence that he looks just like baby pictures of me.  The “just watch me” grin and eyebrow furrow must be habits he picked up from mirroring my behavior.
No child of mine would ever turn up his nose to a corn-dog.  What’s next, salty fries?  Or, oh God I can hardly even type this, pizza.  
Seriously.  Who doesn’t like corn-dogs?
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3 responses to “So there was a mix-up at the hospital

  1. jo January 15, 2009 at 11:47 pm

    Yep…Huck sure didn’t get either from me! Worm is different, maybe he will!

  2. Jen January 15, 2009 at 2:19 pm

    So he is mine. He just got your weird picky eater genes. He better get your muscle tone and ability to tan or the picky eater thing is not worth it.

  3. jo January 15, 2009 at 2:17 pm

    I must admit that I probably wouldn’t have touched a corndog with a 10-foot pole for many years. You may need to verify this with Grandpa or Coco, but I don’t really remember eating such a thing until I was much older, maybe even in college. I would eat one now if I had to, but it wouldn’t be high on my list of favorites. Now, regular hotdogs rock…but breaded and on a stick, not so much.

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