Okay, who told my son that spitting is an Olympic event? He now spends his days perfecting his new found joy in life. And his timing is impeccable. Yesterday we went to Wal-Mart and the lady at the door was just making a fuss over him. He was doing so well at playing the role of little angel, too. But as soon as she bent down to pet him, he spit right in her face and then laughed. Charming!