My son looks like a little miniature version of his father. He has the same nose, lips, brown eyes, hands and feet as his daddy. I honestly think the few things of mine that he received are my ears and my eyelashes. And one of those may still be debatable.
Many people, I've found, are hesitant to say who he looks like. There are those who are quick to agree with me that he looks like his daddy. And then there are those who hesitate and then quickly say, "Well, it's really hard to say when babies are this little."
Seriously? Who are they trying to fool? The kid has beautiful tan skin compared to my freckles, brown eyes to my blue. I think it boils down to their fear of hurting my feelings. And why would it hurt my feelings when I happen to think his daddy is one damn fine looking man?
Well, Hottie is also one of those people who hesitated to say the truth. He would always say, "Babe, I think he looks like both of us."
"No, babe, he looks just like you." I'd tell him.
"Really? You think so?" And he'd lean over and study Cole closely, not commenting anymore.
Until one night when I heard him on the monitor as he went to get Cole for his midnight feeding. I could hear the rustling as he changed his diaper and talked to him.
"You're so cute, Cole!" He told him softly. And then? The damning evidence: "You look just like your daddy!"
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