You know how some people look exactly like their adult selves as soon as they’re born?
I was not one of those people.
My Granny had a bunch of old pictures and drawings and letters of mine from when I was little, and my mom just brought a big envelope full of that stuff to me this weekend. It was all pretty cute–drawings, poorly penned Christmas greetings, flyers for fairs and things Granny and I did together, etc.
And then there was this picture:
And I was like, “Mom, who’s this?”
And then Bryan and his sister got hold of it, and laughed for about 10 minutes. Because, a) I look so aggressively like my dad that I can see how people say that babies are like little paternity tests, designed to prevent male-driven infanticide, and b) there is not one feature on that baby’s face that resembles my adult face.
In short, I wouldn’t recognize myself in a lineup of babies.
Good thing I’ll never have to.