I’m convinced that Nathan looks more like Mike than he does like me. Granted, he has my dark eyes, but that’s about it. I’ve been rifling through Mike’s baby pictures, trying to find some doppleganger proof, like I’m trying to build a case for my upcoming appearance on Maury Povich.
When I was pregnant, I said to my husband, “I hope he has your eyes and my brain.” I guess I can’t win ’em all.
Also, Mike’s baby picture is in black and white because the world didn’t have color when he was born. Mike told me once that he lived through two wars and I said, “Oh, the Spanish-American and what was the other one?”
And before you start passing judgment because I married someone significantly older, I should just tell you that once I help him into his Depends, he’s just like you and me. Just like you and me.