Future Looking Bleak

Cole’s future employment is looking a little more bleak since the days of hoping he would be a punter. Cole has been on a kick of saying, "Hi!" to everyone he sees. It seems undoubtedly obvious that he will someday work at Wal-Mart as a greeter. I think everyone who has spent anytime with Cole lately will concur that he says “Hi” about every ten seconds. Kristin and I are getting pretty tired of having to constantly talk to strangers because Cole says hi to them. He will literally shout it at someone from across a store - if he doesn't get a response? No worries...he keeps trying and each time his greeting gets a little louder. A few weekends ago we were in an elevator at Mayfair and Cole's friendliness caused Kristin and me to have an awkward conversation with a lady, who did acknowledge that Kristin is obviously pregnant, but still wanted to discuss the fact that we "really do look like brother and sister." Gross.

If not a greeter, my second prediction is plumber. Check out the little crack already showing. Nostradamus eat your heart out!