There are many occasions when I look at my son and wonder "Where the hell did you come from?" Aside from the blue eyes and John's facial expressions, the kid is nothing like us. He's skinny, he doesn't particularly care for cheese, he appears to be left handed, and he's the most social little guy I've ever met.
Last night we took Alex to my work's family BBQ at my boss's house. Alex has never been shy in the past, but he'd never really been around strangers before. I really expected him to hide behind my legs the whole time. I couldn't have been more wrong. The second we arrived, he insisted I put him on the grass to explore. He then proceeded to go up to everyone at the BBQ and demanded to sit in their laps. I could just imagine what he was saying to them:
"Hello. My name is Alex. I would like to sit on your lap"
"You have a very nice necklace, I'd like to eat it"
"You see, I'm not quite walking yet, so I need you to hold my hand and take me over there so I can introduce myself to that nice lady with the shiny watch"
"You there! I demand you give me a bite of your hot dog immediately!"
"Your shoe tastes good. Is that Italian leather?"
and so on.
He made sure he sat in everyone's lap and also made several people walk him around holding his hand. He also conned my bosses three daughters into being his servants for the evening. I think John and I spent a grand total of five minutes with our son, the rest of the time he was off networking with my co-workers and playing with the other kids.
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