From the mouth of my babe
Yesterday we walked up the road to retrieve our housekey from the neighbor. We happened to see Grandma Jane while we were there, and Jack was showing off his spelling skills.
Grandma Jane: "Jack, that is wonderful! How did you get so smart? Did you get that from your mommy or your daddy?"
Jack, laughing: "My mommy silly!"
Grandma Jane: "What did you get from daddy then? Your good looks?"
Jack, hysterically laughing: "No silly, my toots!"
That's right. My son told her the only thing he inherited from his father was his ability to pass gas.
(Since it is pouring down rain, I am loot photo-less. Soon, I hope. It's piled up in the kitchen and I need to move it!)