The Hubs and His Minnie-Me
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Sun looks a lot like her father. That’s really an understatement–she looks EXACTLY like her father. The shape of her face, her eyes, her dimples, her hair color, even her eyelashes. And everyone tells me so. LIKE I DON’T KNOW!
The other day CS and I attended a funeral, and the widow turned to me and said, “Your little girl is beautiful! But you know she looks just like her father.” To which I replied, “Oh, yes, I know, but she has my nose.” To which she replied, “No, she even has his nose.” Hrumpf.
So I’ve given Sun a good hard look. And this is what I see that is mine: her nose (even though at least one widow disagrees with me on this one), her fingertips (but not the rest of her fingers or hands) and every other, yes, not all, of her toes. And I got the even numbered ones, so that means only the second and fourth toes on each foot. And the fourth ones are borderline.
I laughed and laughed at this post. You know, the thing is, even if Sun is a your husband’s Minnie-Me, she will have your sense of humour, or use certain facial expression, or hand gestures which will be pure you. And those things are as biological as hair colour.
Aww, don’t feel bad. Everyone says my son looks like me and not my husband. BUT now they’re starting to say he’s looking like his father more. And it only took 11 months:)
I am still wondering where you have found the time for these once overs. I think she needs to start developing her mother’s more, ahem, complex personality quirks.
My little girl also looks just like her Dad, but she talk just like me. A valley girl, with lots of “Oh my Gods”, “totally” and “Awesome”‘s.