My Boy

At a recent wedding reception, a dear friend looks at D and exclaims,

Oh my, look at you, sweetie. You have grown so much. And your looks…where did you get those handsome looks from?

Did you get them from a store? she continues.

He nods fiercely, cracking up everyone around him.

Later, as we are going over the evening on our drive home, Hubby dear coaches D,

The next time someone asks you this, tell 'em you got them from Papa OK?

To that, D quips, No papa, I will say I got them from mama!

Now that’s my boy!!!!