When Leina was still a bun in the oven, I used to call her mini-me. HA! If I knew then what I know now I’d have called her Kevina ’cause this kid is an exact replica of her father. Sometimes, when he’s holding her, they’ll both look at me at the same time in the same way and I’ll nearly faint from the double shock. But it’s not just the way they look. Oh no, it turns out Leina has her father’s temperment as well.<\/p>\n
Just my luck.<\/p>\n
Kevin is a wuss when it comes to hot food. Anything over lukewarm and he starts chanting “ow-ow-ow” and spitting it back on his plate. At dinner, he usually starts with his salad because this way the rest of his meal will be nice and chilly by the time he’s ready to eat it. And leftovers? Anything microwaved for longer than 30 seconds brings cries of protests. It’s beyond pathetic.<\/p>\n
So I was making lunch for my family and set down some soup and chicken for Leina. Kevin proceeded to help her eat it. He got a scoop of soup and shoveled it in her mouth. Leina made a face, spit it out, and said “hot….dada bow pease.” Kevin, concerned that the soup was, in fact, too warm, tasted a bite himself.<\/p>\n
“That’s not hot Leina,” he exclaimed as he proceeded to blow away as commanded by our little tyrant. “Man, this kid is a wuss about hot food. Where’d she get that from?”<\/p>\n
Of course, about 2 seconds after uttering this phrase, Kevin had the good sense to look sheepishly at me and say, “man, she sure is my daughter.”<\/p>\n
Like there was every any question!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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