Jack, Beans, and Boobies

Our niece and nephew-in-law, Sara and John, are here in Fuengirola for a holiday from their home in the English Midlands. They're "brilliant" (as in more than simply great), and with them is their therefore doubly brilliant son, Jack. We're having the best visit with them, two exceptionally kind, interesting, loving, gracious, and fun individuals. Jack is sweet, loving, easy going, adorable, and charming. We adore each other, even though we seem to have very different tastes. For one thing, Jack loves beans on toast. He certainly didn't get that from me. He and Great Uncle San Geraldo share that particular taste.

BEANS ON TOAST AND A PINT.
(DON'T WORRY. NOT REALLY HIS PINT.)

One thing Jack does not have in common with either of us is his current fascination with "boobies." The families first day in town, we were in the car heading over to their apartment with their luggage. We passed the statue (the proudly bare-breasted statue) of Mediterranea and while we talked Jack very casually pointed out the window and said, "Boobies." A while later, as we walked along the beach, Jack pointed to one of many topless women and once-again said casually, "Boobies." Sara says he's kind of fixated. Maybe he wasn't weaned soon enough. Maybe it will pass. Maybe not.

MEDITERRANEA. ALL JACK NOTICED WERE THE "BOOBIES."
SCULPTOR LUIS REYES, 2003.

Jack also loves ketchup on just about everything. Another taste he shares with Great Uncle San Geraldo. As far as they're both concerned, the only reason to have French fries (in Jack's case, "chips") is to have something to dip in your ketchup.

KETCHUP WITH A SIDE OF FRIES.

Jack also has a truly inspired head of blond hair. I would love to have his style. He's a cool dresser (mostly thanks to his father, who is a cool dresser himself), and when he's "dressed" for a night on the town, his hair may be gelled into crisp spikes. My hair is not blond (although some might call it black and platinum). Besides, I don't have enough hair to spike or even gel.

STYLISHLY CRISPY HAIR.

Great Uncle San Geraldo appeared to be fixating on boobies this morning, but it was just another "Jerryism." He got a little confused during our coffees at Cafeteria Manila and told Slushie and Sam that he didn't want them to think he was "knockers."

I looked across the table at San Geraldo and said, "I think you mean 'bonkers'."

TRULY GREAT NEPHEW JACK WITH TRULY GREAT UNCLE SAN GERALDO.