Enjoy it while you can, kid

It’s an understatement to say my daughter looks like me. My wife and I figured she would;┬ástudies have shown that newborn children tend to look like their fathers, which is said to be evolution’s way of making sure they stick around to protect and care for the child. My face is also a jumble of dominant genes, so this was pretty much a given.

What’s surprising is how much she looks like me. There are times, in certain lights, when she looks exactly like I used to look at her age. Obviously, I don’t remember a time when I could look in a mirror and see that face. But I’ve seen it in plenty of photos, and to see a face that used to be mine on my daughter, a generation later, is a bit of a weird experience, to say the least.

Enjoy it while you can, kid. It’s a good look when you’re a few months old, and you’re chubby and cute as a button. By the time you’re thirty-two, just make sure you look like your mother. Get off this road before it takes a goofy, gangly turn.

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