Hubs and I have a running thing about "your" child. Usually "your" child shows up whenever one of them have done something they shouldn't have but occasionally it is a true example of the child we used to be. I saw Hubs in Brady not too long ago.
The kids have figured out that empty water bottles are excellent for shooting lids across a room, especially Brady. He takes pride in stalling when he's told to throw them out to show me his excellent "shooting" skills. This particular afternoon was no different. He grabbed the bottle, loosened the cap, and paused. You could see the gears turning in his mind. He was thinking. Hard.
Callie was sitting only four feet in front of him, a distance he knew he could easily make.
You could see the horns growing out the top of his head. You could see Hubs take form sitting there on the floor.
"Don't even think about it!" stopped him in his tracks. Busted! The bottle quickly made its way to the trash.
As I told the story to Hubs that night, he didn't deny that child. The same guilty, pleased grin crept across his face. The apple certainly didn't fall far from the tree.