A Southern Gentleman

Yes, folks, I must be doing something right. Guess who was introduced to grits yesterday and *loves* them? It was so funny to see him wrinkle up his nose as I brought the spoon towards him (he's never liked baby cereal at all, so I wasn't sure what he'd think of the "real stuff"), barely open his lips for me to get the spoon in, then make a "what the heck?!" face. I wasn't sure if that was a good sign or not, but I spooned up a bit more, and he opened his mouth wide like a little bird. I used one of those instant grits packets, you know, the ones they make for adults. He ate the whole bowl! I was afraid it was just a fluke, but he downed the entire bowl this morning, too. Guess he's a true Southerner after all.

Currently feeling: genteel