A Warren Buffett In Training

My son is the most generous person in the world. Here is a short list of the presents he gave me last night:

He shares his cookies, raisins and graham crackers with Jeb. For reasons unbeknownst to me, Jeb is his favorite when it comes to sharing food. Jeb and Dewars will stand side by side, tails wagging, and he decidedly walks straight to Jeb and sticks out his offering. He can be kind of an indian giver though. (politically incorrect? yes. but we all are at times) There are many times the food makes it all the way into Jeb's jowls and is snatched back at the last second to be enjoyed by Grady.

But this morning he gave me the sweetest gift of all. This morning as he slowly awoke from his restful nights slumber, and I know it was restful because there was drool to prove it, he handed me his duce.*

His most cherished possession. The healer of all things. The mother of all comforters. The holy grail of all things encountered thus far in his short life. As I sat there, mouth gaping open at the sudden generosity of my boy, wondering if it was true that mothers and sons really do have a special relationship and thinking that he finally realized this and to show how much he loved me, he was offering up his duce, he did it again. He snatched his duce, stuck it back in and stared at me like I was crazy for actually believing he would ever willingly give it up.

*Duce-for those who have not been schooled in Grady language, duce is actually a pacifier. The word stems from "juice", i.e., the fruit flavored stuff in the sippy cup with the lid that resembles a pacifier. You don't have to share your comments about how smart he is for connecting the dots like that, I already know. Dr. Castles confirmed his IQ the other day when he showed off his multi-tasked goodbye, also known as the wave, blow a kiss, say bye-bye all at once.