Nature v Nurture

 My baby boy Jack.  The 7 foot tall one?  He reminds me of someone.  In ways that I would have thought were Nurture.  They are, in fact, Nature.

My evidence is as follows:

1.  Vanilla Zingers.  Only the vanilla ones.  I don't think Jack ever remembers his dad eating these, but I do.  Imagine my surprise when he found them in the gas station a few years ago and enthusiastically requested them.  Since then, he has eaten cases of them.  Another similarity???....He always offers me a bite.

2.  Whoppers.  Did you meet Greg?  Did his breath smell like whoppers?  Jack's does too.  Again, he only started eating them in the last few years.

3.  Chair breaking.  And now box spring destroying.  It's definitely familiar.

4.  I have to stand a few stairs up to get a good hug from Jack.  Otherwise, he just cracks my back.  I remember doing this during long goodbyes while Greg and I were dating.  

5.   The tongue.  Greg stuck his tongue out kind of twisted sideways when he was concentrating.  Or dunking the ball.  Jack does too.

6.  That time Jack ate 60 nuggets.  Jared was horrified.  I could HEAR Greg's voice in my head.  He was so proud.

7.  Jack went to a dance with some friends in another town.  One of the girls was a little annoyed about how everyone stopped and stared.  They took pictures.  The other kids at that dance were in awe of Jack.  Although it annoyed her (and makes me irrate) Jack and Greg didn't mind.  Both are totally laid back and didn't care.  Jack texted me from the dance:

"They just witnessed a 7' tall man do the wobble."

8.  Then......there is this: