One time, we were at the park,
And I was looking at Tyler.

I jokingly nudged Tracy and said,

“Hey, you know, how everybody tells us how cute, handsome and funny Tyler is?”
as I pointed at him,
“I am beginning to wonder if he’s really mine.”

“What are you talking about?” Tracy frustratingly answers back.

I said, “I was just wondering if he got any traits from me. You know.”

“Oh I know one that truly proves he is yours, and you are his father.” She said.

“Really? What?” I eagerly asked.

She said,
“Well, the other day, after changing his clothes,
I saw him, pick up his underwear with his foot.
You’re the only person I know who does that.”

—
Arrgghh!!
The woman wins again!

Although it got me into thinking.

Someday, I have to teach him to pick it up with his foot,
toss it up in the air and catch it.

Then shout “Ta-da!”

(Okay, maybe I shared too much information there.)