a note from Mom

Jared & I got this funny e-mail from Mom the other day and I thought it was worth sharing.

OK, so we are at Chili's Friday night. The waitress comes up to take our order and Dad starts singing, "I want my baby back, baby back, baby back, baby back, baby back, baby back ribs." Tekia was asleep in my lap, and Jamal was not there. I endured the embarrassment by myself. I'm just sorry you weren't there to enjoy the experience with me. Then he finishes his apples and only has a fork, which makes it hard to clean your bowl. He picks up his knife and begins to scrape the sides and lick it. I just shoved my apples over to him and told him to stop it! You just can't take him anywhere.

Mom

Love you, Dad!