Is there a gene for that?

I know this will come as a shock to all our family and friends, but today I have come to the stunning realization that there is no way Dale can be my kid.

It's extremely puzzling to me, since I am absolutely positive that I carried him in my womb and gave birth to him myself.

And he looks just like me.

But today's evidence leaves no doubt...

We've been reading The Boxcar Children aloud together.  (I read straight through to the end one night after Dale was in bed, to know what to expect).

Today I was doing something else when Dale wanted to read and I told him he could go ahead without me.

He read a chapter or two right then, and much later told me, "Just now I read a lot of The Boxcar Children."

Me: "Oh yeah?  Tell me what you read.  Did they pick cherries?"

Dale: "Yes.  And then I held my place there and turned to the end and found out that their grandfather is a very rich man!  And that he has a surprise for him in his backyard... and it's the boxcar!!"

I didn't let my emotions show.  I played it cool, but on the inside... oh on the inside.... 
YOU DID WHAT!? 
Skipped ahead to the end?!?!?  

Wow.  Nope.  No way this child could be mine!

Ah well... 5 1/2 years invested in him (+9 months and 14 hours of labor)... I've gotten pretty fond of him.  

I think I'll keep him.

Even if he DOES skip to the end.