The Curse

My poor, poor child.

He has inherited a lot from me. One of them being my curly hair. Since he is a boy and can always have his hair cut very short, the curly hair really doesn't matter too much. In fact I think many women think men with curly hair are adorable, so I may have to beat some of those women off with a stick when Matty gets older. The curly hair may end up being a good thing, rather than a curse.

The other thing he inherited from me is a sweet tooth. When I say sweet tooth, I don't mean I like a piece of chocolate every now and then and enjoy an occasional scoop of ice cream. No, that is normal. My sweet tooth is very abnormal and should probably be studied by some sweet tooth scientist, not that there is such a thing, but if there was, let me tell you....they would definetly want to talk to me.

I have a problem. I love sweets. I love them so much I often ask Steve to hide them from me. Yes, that is right, Steve hides food from me for 2 reasons:

1. If he doesn't, he will not get any for himself.

2. I am trying to keep my butt to a size that is smaller than a school bus, and if sweets are just laying around I will literally eat them all.

Matthew has inherited this unhealthy obsession with sweets. The other night we were out to dinner with some friends and we all ordered a dessert to share. When Matthew saw the plate of cake and ice cream he literally squealed with delight, grabbed a spoon, and started digging in before the waiter had even put the plate on the table. 5 minutes later I took the picture above. My poor little boy, hopefully he will find a woman who will be nice enough to hide sweets from him.