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Monkey See

I recently posted about my fascination with genetics, in particular: How can a proclivity for pooping only at home be an inherited trait? I know you don't believe me. But I swear it is! Well, to be fair, there are also some behaviors that might come by way of nurture rather than nature. You know, monkey see, monkey do...

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My father spends a lot of time at our house, and at 64 ¾ years old, he is admittedly "Old School." Take, for example, his position on Kleenex: He prefers to use good-old-fashioned toilet paper to blow his nose. And instead of discarding his handiwork in the trash can, he leaves it floating in the toilet — to be taken away later with the "real stuff."

So, at first, when I started finding floating toilet paper in the bowls even after my dad was not around, I was perplexed. That is, until the day I walked into the bathroom and found Lucas going to town with the toilet paper roll.

"What are you doing?" I inquired.

"I have snotties," Lucas replied, without taking his eyes off the spinning roll.

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After a day of running errands with the kids in tow, Lucas looks up at me and announces, "I am a good boy. I didn't say 'Yeah' or 'Damn it' all day."

Okay. "Do you usually say 'Yeah' or 'Damn it'?"

"Only when I'm with Nonna."

Ah. Strike two for the grandparents!

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Lucas made a special request not too long ago for a private playdate with a female classmate, Esther. After a glorious afternoon of Caillou-watching, fruit-snack-eating, and whatever else 3-year-olds do together, as my mom was helping Esther with her coat, Lucas called out, "Tell Esther I love her!"

Later that day when I asked Lucas about his sentiments, he told me he wanted to make Esther happy. "What do you mean?" I asked.

"It makes me happy when I say 'I love you,'" he said.

Could Lucas be any sweeter?

Looks like nurturing isn't all bad!

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