Scout literally copies everything he sees.  But his latest, and most disgusting to date, habit is from out of the blue.  Scout started spitting.  He doesn’t do it outside, where he can kind of get away with it.  But rather, he likes to do it at the Bloomingdales Cafe.  I thought it was a novelty, and for some reason that cafe just made the little guy want to spit.  However, my hopes were shattered this morning when he decided to spit in the house a few times.  Micah wants to know where he got it, and my only thought is from aunt Belly.  I haven’t seen her spit in years, but let it be on record that she was once paid by my mother to stop spitting?!