You guys hear me talking about Clinton, or baby Clinton/BC, all the time. He’s my girlfriend’s son that came to live with us after she passed away. BC is a two year old hottie in the making…and he knows it. One flash of his baby blues and you’ll give him anything he wants. But at the same time, he has a heart of pure gold and so well behaved it’s almost sickening.


Anyway, BC runs the house, it’s his comfort zone. He’s not shy around strangers but he does feel them out (he doesn’t like when women touch his face). With the guys, he’s one of them; he’s Greg and Daniel’s shadow. Greg even bought him a Mustang car seat to match his new whip.


We’re at home the other day and the doorbell rings. I go to answer it and BC tags along but stops about 15 feet back. I answer, it’s our neighbor come to talk to G. I let him in and we found BC laying face down on the floor like he’d fainted. We crack up laughing and I tried to get him up but he went limp so I left him there.


We thought that was in end of him doing the “fainting goat” but he did it again when Zora came to give him a bath. He pretended to faint and wouldn’t move. We were laughing so hard, Zora ended up dragging him to the bathroom. We asked him where he got his new little trick…he said he didn’t know.


Seriously one of the funniest things I’ve seen. Has anyone else gone through this or anything similar? Where is this coming from?