Southern Blood

Jack may be born and bred midwestern, but he definitely has some of my southern blood.

He LOVES grits, and can eat an equal size helping to me.

When he gets to the bottom of the bowl, he's happy to use his hands to scrape out what he can't get with his spoon.

As I was at the stove fixing grits this morning, he got very quiet. By the time I realized that this much silence couldn't be a good thing, he had shaken about half of the pepper shaker out in several places on the table.

But I couldn't get mad when I walked over (exasperated) and he said, "Wook, Mama, I making circle!"