Heyyyy Youuuu Guyyyys!

I hesitate to make this post. I no doubt will get some grief from at least one grandparent. I probably should follow it up soon with another posting, so it doesn't linger at the top of the blog for too long. Well....here it goes!

Last week, Brandon gave me a huge 3-tooth smile. I kept thinking, "where have I seen that smile before?"

Finally, it dawned on me.

Sloth. The initially scary, but ultimately lovable creature from The Goonies. Brandon has been lovingly referred to as "Sloth" by his dad ever since I made this correlation.
Luckily the resemblance ends with the teeth (I hope you agree...), and the current teeth arrangement is only temporary as tooth #4 is fast on its way.


Wanna hear something else kind of funny? I was called "Sloth" for a little while in college. I was thinking about it, and I think I remember why. One night a group of us were driving around Winston-Salem completely lost. (I'm lucky I made it back to campus each time I left with my sense of direction and no GPS. My roommate wasn't much better - Right Christie?). We saw a few cops standing outside on the street, so we decided to ask them for directions. In order to get their attention (because I was the driver), I yelled, "Heyyy youuu guyyyys!" (which is the classic line by Sloth in The Goonies rivaled only by "I love Chunk!") I don't know why I thought that was more appropriate than something like, "Excuse me Officers," or "Would one of you mind helping us with directions?" In my defense, I did not say it the way that Sloth did in the movie. It was more like I was calling over a group of my buddies. Poor judgment, I know, but any disrespect was completely unintentional. It's in those situations that spending 2 seconds pre-thinking what is about to come out of your mouth is time well spent. From what I remember, we didn't get a strange reaction out of the officers, and we did end up making it to wherever we were going. The only negative consequence was my short-lived nickname of Sloth.

I hope this will not forever change the way you look at my son. And if I ever hear one of you call him "Sloth" don't expect a Christmas card. Hopefully the name will be lost here soon as that precious mouth fills with little teeth!