My son likes blondes

After last week’s blog about Haiti, we’re going to lighten it up a bit. No pun intended with the blonde title of this blog but it works so OK.
My son Balin likes blondes. Not even a year old and he’s already a ladies’ man. We watch Channel 10 local news at home, largely in part because my husband working in television and me in print media can’t stomach some of the other channels since we know too much wifty inside dirt and/or we dislike the on-air talent. ’Nuf said.
There’s two blondes in particular Balin loves on 10, meteorologist Michelle Grossman and “Princess of the Pavement,” as anchor Terry Ruggles has dubbed her, Jillian Mele. Let me just say I would be thrilled if my son brought home either of them, albeit Grossman is married (not sure of Mele’s status but I think she’s available). They’re classy, smart, impeccably dressed, coiffed, made-up and accessorized women — who also happen to be very good at what they do, never missing a beat.
Whenever they’re on, a huge smile lights up Balin’s face and he starts cooing and laughing. It’s quite funny to watch. We think maybe the weather and traffic graphics might have something to do with it but we’re pretty sure it’s blondes. There’s a beautiful little girl at daycare named Ava who we’ve jokingly dubbed Balin’s girlfriend because of the interaction between them. Yep, she’s blonde too.
So my son is a ladies’ man with a weakness for the fair- haired maidens. There’s a part of me that wants to scream over this and another part that thinks it’s adorable. I just hope he doesn’t turn into Tiger Woods.

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