The other day, Micah and I are in line for lunch. There's a small child in front of us, around age two, asking his mother for cheese on his sandwich.

"Does he even know what cheese is?" the mother's friend asks. I look down and shake my head at this poor woman

"Cheese! Cheese!" the child continues. "Fine, fine. You'll get cheese on your food," the mother says.

Micah looks at the child, then at me, and smiles. "Aww," he says, "it's like a young Josh."