Twins

Okay, so we're not twins. Would you believe twins born thirty-five years apart? That's me on the left at the age of one year. The 8 X 10 print that was my mother's. Yes, indeedy, I am so very ancient that they did some sort of color process by hand on just this one. They didn't go about indiscriminately producing color prints back then! The rest of the prints were in black and white, as you can see just off to the right in the sidebar. The baby boy in the photo to the right is my younger son, Reid. He was also about a year old at the time his picture was taken. Note the wacky yet similar hairdos. The mirror image chubby arms and double (quadruple?) chins. The matching ears, button noses, and round cheeky cheeks. There's no denying that is my boy, though he now bears little resemblance to his infant self. Well, except for his hair, which is still wacky. But then, so is mine. It's a character building thing to pass along such assets. Either that, or something that comes out in therapy. Later. Much later. Pass the anti-frizz gel.