My grandmother called me from Wal Mart the other day screaming in the department store phone from the cashier counter (she ain't got no cell phone) "I see Andrew. He's on the pampers at Wal Mart."

"No grandmother. That can't be possible.  Andrew ain't never posed for no Wal Mart pictures."

"Oh yes it is him." she assured me, "I know my grandson when I see him. He's sitting there with the little girl and he ain't got no shirt on."

I tried telling her that he had pampers on display at Target, but that was it.  But it all fell on deaf ears.  She swears up and down that was my son on them pampers and she even made the people at the store get her a box for free.  She put them in her scooter and went on home--going about 10 miles per hour in the middle of the street in a bright red buggy with a bell on it.

Then, a few days later, my uncle Timmy went to my momma's house to get a plate of food and something to drink. He told my mom and dad that he saw Andrew on the side of a bus.  My momma told him "Brother, I don't think Andrew has done any modeling in Houston.  All his stuff is in Minneapolis--at least the companies that are headquartered there--the busses in Houston are local with the public transportation system."

But Uncle Tim was absolutely sure that was little Andrew on the side of that bus. He was just as sure as the girl on Maurie Povich who was sure that this fifth guy was her baby's daddy!

Ever since Andrew started modeling--my family swears they see him in ads.  Our voice mail is always filled with calls from wells wishers saying "Hey we saw Andrew in an advertisement for Coppertone tans."  It could be a little white girl on the jar of Gerber's foods--and they'd be like "Look, there is Andrew.  They put a little make up on him, but I know that baby anywhere."