Okay, seriously? My sister's baby could not look any more like me unless she literally fell out of my own vagina.
Granted, you guys don't know what I looked like when I was a baby.
It's pretty much this.
Boy Child and Girl Child had to get in on the action, of course.
Girl Child did quite well, as you can see. Basically she's one of those people who was born a Mother. She's been bossing me and Boy Child around since she could speak. No lie, I used to say, "Boy Child, what do you want for dinner?" and she'd say, "He'll have chicken!" And I'd say, "Girl Child, please. Let your brother speak." And I'd say, again, "Son, what will you have for dinner?" and he'd look at her and she'd nod, ever so slightly, and he'd say, "I'll have chicken."
He'll be a great husband someday.
Anyway, Boy Child was significantly less certain of his own parenting abilities, as evidenced by this photograph:
Note the look of "What the damn hell?" on his sweet face.
He did a little better after that, though.
Yesterday was the first day of school and we had to take the requisite First Day of School Photo. Okay, I took like, ten. Or so. But this is the best one.
Yes, we are of the same race, although I am so white I glow. And yes, they are nine, although Girl Child appears to be ready for Pre-Med.
And finally, because I'm like that yo, here are some photos of my children, including the furry one I call Ginger or sometimes Asshole Dog. (I mean that affectionately, really)
Yes! She CAN get a what-what!
I only have about two hundred more, but I'll be nice and not post them all.
Happy Friday y'all!