Like father, like son

So I realize this is two posts in a matter of minutes, but I couldn't resist.

Do you ever have those moments when you realize that without a doubt your child is definitely your child?

When I was a kid, I would stall going upstairs to bed by doing something ridiculous to make my dad laugh. The one I remember most was I would float my arms out side to side, obnoxiously singing "Do the hula...to win some moola." My dad would want to scream at me, but he could never stop laughing long enough to. I would sprint back up the stairs as my mom came running because she just didn't find me nearly as humorous.

Gavin has been in bed for about 20 minutes and is obviously struggling to fall asleep. He already asked for some water and came out and turned the hallway light off.

Then, he came to the top of the steps, called for me and said "Dad, something is wrong with my shorts."

I wander from the computer over to the bottom of the steps and he has his shorts pulled all the way up to his shoulders and the biggest grin you can imagine.

I'm still laughing and he still isn't asleep.