All Grown Up

I grew up in the land of snarkiness. Not the damaging, hurtful kind of sarcasm. I'm talking the witty and funny, intelligent snark. My maternal grandfather was funny and sarcastic. My mom insists the sarcasm comes from his bloodline. She is quite the wise ass too, so she stands as evidence. My dad might beg to differ, as he brought his share of wit to the genetic pool as well.

Either way, my sister and I grew up as first class smart asses, and well I married one too. It only stands to reason we would produce an elite smart ass prodigy. My son's pre-school teacher made daily comments to me about Jacob's sense of humor. She told me she had been reading about the theory that sharp witted sense of humor at an early age was a sign of high intelligence. She was right. My son is highly intelligent, and he has a really sharp sense of humor.

Fast forward to the present day holiday season. Jacob told me about a week ago, he ordered my Hanukkah present and he couldn't wait to give it to me. He's like me, he enjoys giving as much as, if not more than receiving. We were out of town overnight and when we returned last night, my gift had arrived. He insisted I open it right then and there, so I did.

I could tell it was a book, as it had that Amazon cardboard box wrap around. Jacob stood over my shoulder as I peeled the tab and unwrapped the package. Here is what was inside:

I opened it, and read the whole thing as Jacob watched me. This book is F-ing hilarious! If you haven't seen it, you should check it out. Jacob said to me, "I figured since I just turned 18 and I'm really no longer a kid anymore, it was good present to get you to finish up my childhood." He knows his mom, and hit the nail right on the head. My little smart ass is all grown up.