After my own heart, etc

So my older son, "Boy" as he calls himself (imagine this: "mommy, Boy's turn please? accompanied by a quizzical look and shaking head), is so very much my child. The other day, I prepared a peanut butter sandwich for him and left the jar of peanut butter open on the table. Within a few minutes, I saw Levi dipping his spoon down into that jar. "mmmm" was the first little bite. After the second, he looked at me with wide eyes and smile and a simple, punctual "good!" Then he was on to another bite.

We are like-minded, he and I. Almost equally matched in the battle of the wills.