Sometimes I look at Will and think, "Wow, he's going to be a real looker when he's older." I know that's probably just the mommy in me, but I really do think he's got the makings of a heart-breaker.
Anyway, tonight I was looking at him and wondering if our latest addition will take after him or have a look totally his own or — God forbid — get some of Scott and my worst physical traits.
We sometimes play that game in our heads. Ideally, of course, we'd have a child with Scott's height and blue eyes, my hair and skin — and a nose, teeth and eyesight that defy his genetics. Instead we picture some poor lad with my height and long nose who goes bald or gray at 16.
I asked Will his opinion, "Do you think our baby will look like you?"
"No," Will said matter of factly. He doesn't really like to think of there being anyone quite like him.
"Well, who do you think our baby will look like?" I asked. "Mommy or Daddy?"
Will: "I don't know ... maybe an elephant."
Now there's a scenario we hadn't considered.
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