Dear God,
My mother said she prayed to you that I would have a child just like me. I recognized that as a threat by an aggravated woman.
You delivered.
But I think you went too far.
I had common sense, at least.
Dominic does not have common sense.
Here’s why I know this to be true:
1. The exchange below. Context: I set up a new Google Voice number for students in my class to use. I asked the family to test it.
2. The fact that he came into my bedroom at 9:30 Thursday night holding a package of turkey bacon without the packaging. That’s right: 10 or so strips of bacon in his bare hands.
Him: I opened the refrigerator, and this fell out onto the floor.
Me, stunned: Well, don’t bring it naked and dripping INTO MY BEDROOM!
I wish I had taken a photo. I was too revolted at him turkey touching everything to think about that.
He does make up for it by making me laugh with things like this:
And remember our Rock City visit? This is how he ruined an artsy shot I was trying to take:
Yes, that’s his shoe. 🙄
This kid.
So thanks, I guess, for giving me Dominic in all his glory.
Sincerely,
Beth
Observe and report 
My mom leveled the same curse on me but I showed her! I didn’t have any kids except the 10,000+ post-adolescent depressionists who wandered through my classrooms. 😀 Good luck, Mom. ❤
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Sigh. Thanks. Clearly, I need it!
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The shoe… kinda works. A lot to analyze in this photo in 20 years. 🙂
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I was happy to have captured the moment. 🙂
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