Bingo - or more specifically...

The apple doesn't fall far from the tree.  Or, the acorn from the mighty oak.  Or, the nut from... well, you get the idea.

Joan and I were shopping in Walmart today.  No, that is not unusual.  She is cooking for the 4 of us tonight and we were getting ingredients for Steph's and my favorite dish: spaghetti.  We picked up a few things on the far side of the store, then headed to the other side for groceries.  Just before getting to the grocery aisles, I got one heckuva cramp in my upper thigh... searing pain, and I could feel the clenching of that muscle.  There was grunting... followed by "Ow!  Ow!  Ow!"... leg dragging... a great deal of grimacing... and serious limping, where I couldn't put any weight on that leg.  Yeah, it hurt; on a scale of 1 to 10, it was a 9.6... and I'm talking real pain, not just "guy pain."

Joan had supper ready to put on the table when Steph and Dan got home.  We heard about their day at school; I would not have the patience to do what they do.  The discussion turned to our day, including a detailed account of my Walmart leg pain.

My sweet, sympathetic daughter said, "Oh, my God - you were somebody's People of Walmart Bingo!  Guy grimacing in pain.  Guy dragging a leg.  Guy making faces.  Bingo!"

There was a moment of shock (me), then a bunch of laughter all around the table.  Sharp, quick wit on that kid.  Nature or nurture?  Either way, I'm taking credit for it.  She summed up that there was no permanent damage, and what better way to show sympathy than making fun of the suffering guy?  And, pointing out that his pain was someone else's victory!  Then, more laughing at the afflicted guy.  Yep, that's my kid.