It's genetic

The two things I hear most from my 2.5-year-old son are "Mommy, watch this!" and "Mommy, you're not watching!" To my credit, he leaves barely enough time for a breath in between the two statements. Generally it's not so much that I'm not watching, but that I haven't had any time to turn my head in his direction yet.

But this time, I looked just in time to catch Caleb showing off his newest skill. We have no idea how he learned it, or how and when he realized he could do it. Just like his daddy, Caleb can roll his tongue. And just like his daddy, he's going to taunt his mommy with his odd talent and ask repeatedly why I can't do it.

Abby has decided that since she can't do it, it must be something only boys can do. She's resolved herself to waiting until Jacob's second birthday to ask him if he can roll his tongue, too.

For now, we'll have to content ourselves with watching Caleb walk around cross-eyed trying to see what it is we all think is so funny. And hope he doesn't trip over anything and bite his tongue off in the process.