He's no son of mine!

I had a shocking, disturbing encounter with my son this weekend. I was watching the twins as they napped - and I happened to be nibbling on some Cheetos. Scott woke up, so I went over to play with him for a little bit and he grabbed my hand (like he usually does) and put my finger in his mouth.

I had forgotten about the cheetos... until I saw the look on his face. It was as if I has just given him the worst tasting substance known to man. He ripped my finger out of his mouth and gave that sad little frowny face. I picked him up and rocked him until he was happy again.

Imagine that - my son... he doesn't like Cheetos!?! I don't know where he gets it from...

- J