The Imitator

It’s really cute when Lola “honks” my nose and then pinches her own and tries to honk too. It’s funny when I’m thinking about something and sigh a “hmmm” or “huh” and then from my lap I hear a little follow-up “hmm” or “hu” from a girl who’s paying close attention to my every action. If I pet the dog’s head, she will too. If I pat her back when we hug, she’ll squeeze tight and pat me back.It’s all very cute and endearing...until. Until she starts to imitate some of my less savory habits. This morning I let out a belch at the breakfast table and sure enough she’s sitting there in her high chair trying to do the same. Of course, it was pretty funny in a number of different ways but the realization that my bad habits would also become her bad habits was not so amusing. We are a product of our environment and if Papa gets upset and curses at all the bad drivers on the road or, lacks the patience with people whomove at a different pace or, is unkind to those around him then I shouldn’t be surprised if I end up with a rude, obnoxious young lady.So for each day that she learns to be a good and kind person, I will be the teacher and the student. Check out her newest gallery of images from a recent going away party hosted by her dear friends Laurel and Max.