Like Father Like Son

So Matty has inherited some things from me. We've compared him to pictures of me at his age, and he looks almost exactly like I did. But I think the funniest thing is that he's inherited my 'evil cleaver' grin, which is the smile I get when I'm being bad.

He will go to do something that he's not supposed to, like climbing behind the gate and onto the hearth, and when you say his name and give him a stern look, he just gives you this little grin that lets you know that he absolutely know he's not supposed to do it. It's hard not to laugh at him, and we often have to turn away for a second to regain our composure.