Piece of Work

We're coming up on Tanner's 2nd birthday. I have to say - he is a boy with a personality. I've said before that he is my Grandpa Simonich reincarnated, and I still believe that. First and foremost, there is the smirk - dead on Grandpa smirk, nobody else in the family has that. This is the look that says, "You can tell me to stop doing this all you want, and I may or may not, but we both know you're really not going to do anything about it, don't we?" I love my boy, but I am terrified that maybe he got more than his fair share of my "eff you" genes. We were driving this last weekend and this song came on the radio. This is, and will be Tanners theme song (I added it to the mp3 player if you want to listen to it - it's the Jimmy Buffett version). Here are the lyrics:

Piece of Work
(Will Kimbrough)

I'm a piece of work, I'm iron and lace
I'm shy, I'm right up in your face
I'm all dumbfounded, stubborn as an ass
Sharp as an arrow in a pile of glass.
I'm a sweetheart, genius, reckless jerk.
Lord, have mercy, I'm a piece of work.

Well the Lord made me on a long thin limb
Made sure I'd remember him or her
In the middle of a long dark night
Creation crazy, death-sheet white
Made in the image of a lion shocked lamb
I am who the hell I am
Even better, bad to worse,
Down to the letter, I'm a piece of work.

I'm a piece of work I'm an angels fiend
Bathed in lavender and gasoline
Scared brave, shallow in an ink black well
Lightly browned in the fires of hell
Wicked, holy, full on fake
Best known for my big mistake
I'm zen wise, peaceful, gone berserk
Good God almighty, What a piece of work.

I'm a dreadful sight, I just don't care
Spent all morning pull out my hair
Woke at dawn with a crazy spin
I was half the day trying to glue back in
Mother, bloody mary, please
Wipe that smile right off your knees
I'm the CEO of the mailroom clerks
Lord have mercy, I'm a piece of work.

I'm a piece of work, I'm a love sick boy
Cloth cap, caviar, and corduroy
All over the map, justa lost in space
With a filthy mind and a choirboy's face
Heels up, head down, straight on through
Watch out woman, I'm a get to you
I'm a gladiator with a mind to irk
I'm a see you later, I'm a piece of work.

Happy almost 2nd birthday buddy. I Love You. (P.S...you scare the crap out of me!) - Dad