Along with winning the lottery and inheriting my INSANELY good looks, Mini-Me has also been lucky enough to taken from me the ability to be REALLY fucking sarcastic when he wants to be.
I heard the following exchange yesterday morning:
“Mommy, you are so pretty. All my friends say that I have the prettiest mommy!”
“Awwww, that’s nice. Thank you”
“But I have to ask you a question…”
“Sure baby, what is it?”
“How come during the day you look like you’re 30 years old, but the first thing in the morning, you look like you’re 60?”
Friz’s morning pre-coffee shambling and grunting as she walks in to the kitchen with her hair all mussed have become legendary and well chronicled, but I couldn’t help but spit out my orange juice at this one.
In fact, it was a great start to the day until he saw me laughing and turned to me and said:
“And Daddy, no matter what time of day it is, you always look like you’re 49.”