As you all well know, Marin doesn't look a lot like me. He looks like his daddy. Apparently though, he did inherit some of my acting skills.

When I was a little girl, I used to say that McDonald's french fries would make me feel better if I was sick. My dad would load me up in the car and we'd go get them. I'd smile at my mom over his shoulder, as he carried me to the car since I was too weak to walk. :)

During Marin's bout with the fever this morning, he was standing by the refrigerator looking all pitiful. I said, "Do you feel bad baby?" He croaks out a pathetic, "Yes." As I'm hugging and petting on him while Matthew looks on, Marin says, "Juice make it feel better."

Matthew and I start dying laughing and he says, "That's you with the french fries!" Of course I got that baby some apple juice and carried him over to the couch to sit on my lap. All the while, he's grinning like a fool at the both of us. That's my boy!