People have been heard asking my mother, after reading my blog "Where does Johi's (insert: weirdness, wit, sarcasm, humor, sickness...whatever) come from?"
My sweet, sweet mother replies, "Well, not from me."
Case in point:
My parents recently returned from a two week trip to Florida (we won't talk about how much Thing 1 would love to go to Disney World, because everyone knows Mickey Mouse is for grandparents- not children). On said trip, they visited Naples, Florida, where they discovered a doggie day spa, perfectly manicured lawns, and lots of well-mannered, high society people walking well-behaved, highly pedigreed dogs. They saw one well dressed lady pushing an particularly ugly, hairless pug in a doggie stroller.
My cowboy hat wearing John Wayne of a father clomped up to this perfectly coiffed lady and peered into her dog stroller.
He looked from the dog to the lady and said with a stone sober expression, "Surely he favors his father."
Apparently, the lady was not pleased (or amused)... but I sure was.
So, where do I get "it" from? It's not a great mystery. Surely I favor my father.