How Low the Mighty Have Fallen

We spent yesterday afternoon at my grandmother’s house, swimming at her neighborhood pool and eating fast food. My naturally and extremely curious children went poking around in all sorts of nooks and crannies (thankfully not destroying anything – this time), when Sabrina noticed a drawing of Jesus on the desk. My mom asked her who it was. Her response: “Cody.” Now, I’ll grant you, my sister’s husband does have some facial hair, but the similarity ends there, and that’s a stretch at best. We all immediately decided that Uncle Cody need never hear of this incident lest his already well-inflated ego explode like the Hindenburg.

This morning, while I took Sammy to a doctor’s appointment, my folks watched Sabrina (a considerable effort considering she packs enough 2 year old energy to power a large metropolitan area). Grandma started quizzing her on who was a girl and who was a boy in our family when she asked, “and what is Cody?” Today’s response: “a pig.”

Some would say, now that’s more like it. I won’t say who what would be, but some might.

Yin and yang, my friend. Yin and yang.

(I’m sure you can get back in her good graces, Cody. She likes all forms of cash.)