Like Father, Like Son.

Everyone that knows us, knows how much Peyton takes after Cameron. Apparently he looks just like Cameron did as a child, and that charisma...oh that charisma. You know what I'm talking about. The kind of charm that makes you laugh too hard to discipline even if your son has just emptied two tubes of toothpaste and a tube of Desitin all over himself and the nearest inanimate object. Yeah...he's gotten out of much trouble because I need to leave the room to gain control of my laughter, and then I forget what he did. Anyway...that kind of went on a tangent. On Friday, I had even more proof that Peyton is his father's son (as if I needed more). I was cleaning the living room (well, tidying mostly, I think cleaning is against my religion...at least it appears that way) and every time I would bend over to pick up a toy, I would hear Peyton "whistle" (which involves him yelling WHOO HOO, as loudly as possible). It didn't stop there. I was already laughing because of the "whistling" and so Pey decided to take it up a notch. Next thing I know I feel a "smack" on my bum, and this continued the entire time I was straigtening up. I even called Cameron at one point to tell him what was going on, and he could hear Peyton in the background encouraging me like any good construction worker would. I hope this doesn't continue too long, or I may need to be disturbed...