Lion King Lucas

For the most part, my little Lucas is a miniature of his Daddy.

He looks just like him.  (I don't mind.)

They share a lot of personality traits.  (Sometimes I mind.)

Generally, it is Max who is the most like me.  He's sassy.  He's silly.  He's spunky.

He has no hiney.  Seriously.

The kid can't hold up a pair of pants.

(Sadly, he gets this from me.  It's a sad condition my cousins and I refer to as The Barlow Flatback.  Thighs?  check.  Lovehandles?  check.  But an arse that looks rockin' in a pair of jeans?  Sadly, no.)

But I digress.


Lucas is more like his Daddy.

But...

Big but.

(snicker snicker...  I just said big butt.)


When I was in the first or second grade, I frequently changed my name.  Life was hard for a girl named Mariah those days.  I could never, ever find my name on a keychain.  Never, ever.  All I ever wanted was a unicorn keychain with my name on it...

But I digress.

I often went by Katie.  Penny.  But my favorite was Susan.

Susan?

Yes, Susan.

I think because of The Parent Trap with Haley Mills...  Man, I loved that movie.

My cousin Jasmine and I would play it for hours...

My mother had to tell my teachers in elementary school that if homework was handed in with a name they didn't recognize...  it was probably me.

But again, I digress.

Apparently, my firstborn has inherited my name changingness.  (is that a word?  well, it is now.)

This is how Lucas signs all of his work at school.

Yes.

That says Lion King Lucas.

Lion King Lucas is how he signs everything.

I blame myself.

Or congratulate myself...  it all depends on how I look at it.