Grandpa sent us a photo of Daddy when we was my age. Then he pasted it next to a current picture of me.
And...um...we're twins. Like, mirror images.
Even down to the "deer in the headlights" gaze. In fact, we just trademarked that look.
So, at nine months old, at least I know where I'm heading. That is, unless I keep in shape, in which case, all bets are off.
Hear me, destiny?
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