 Situation #1:
Situation #1:As  most of you know, my mom is Korean.  She often has Korean people  over  at her house, and many of them bring their kids to visit as well.   What  you may not know is that Korean kids are wild.  Consequently, Tyler   hates it when "Korean people" are at my parents' since the kids tend to   destroy his toys.  Well, it came as quite of a shock when we told him   that HE is Korean too!  Ok, so he's only a quarter Korean, but still, he  has it in his blood.  The funny thing is, that now he loves anything  Korean!  And he loves to tell people that he is a "quarter Korean".
One  day, Ty's little neighbor friend was at our house playing.  Tyler ran  up to me to ask (in a very serious tone) "Can I tell Elissa what I am?"
Me: "What do you mean?"
Ty: "You know...that I'm a quarter Korean" (whispered)
Me: "That's fine."
Ty: "Elissa, did you know that I'm a quarter Korean?"
Elissa: "What?!?  You're not a quarter Queen!  You're not even a girl!"
 Situation #2
Situation #2My  kids have big heads.  I mean, REALLY big heads.  They are always 100  percentile in the head department.  We tell them that it's to hold all  their brains, but honestly, it's kind of a pain when it comes to  clothing.  It's hard to find shirts & sweaters that fit over their  big noggins.  And hoodies...forget about it!  One day, as I'm getting  Ethan dressed, I overhear Tyler in his room grunting & mumbling  "Come on big head!"  I peeked in to find him struggling pulling a shirt  over his head.
 Situation #3
Situation #3Growing  up, I hated going out to eat at buffets.  I still don't love them, but I  do love the variety of foods to feed to my children.  And my kids love  buffets.  A couple months ago when my parents had their wedding  anniversary, they invited us to go out to eat with them and they let  Tyler choose.  So where did he pick?  Why "Chuck -a- Grandma" of course!
 Situation #4
Situation #4There are a couple of strange things about me.  I won't reveal them all right now, but one thing is that I love the smell of rubber.  Strange, I know.  Ever since I can remember, I've loved the smell of tires, inner tubes, etc.
One day I was out shopping at Target with my boys for some church shoes for them.  When we got to the shoe aisle, there were on display, a lot of rain boots.  As soon as we were within sniffing distance, Ty sticks up his nose and says "Mmmmm...what is that WONDERFUL smell?!?  It smells beautiful!"  I was dying!  Apparently, weird traits (like loving the smell of rubber) can be passed onto your children.  Who knew?