There is much debate in this house about who Mila most resembles. Because I like you, let me just make sure you know one thing -- Mila does NOT look like Alexis. Period. End of story. Saying otherwise to the resident 8-year old is risky. She may glare at you, in which case, good for you. Her usual punishment for suggesting such a horrifying thing is much, much worse.
She knows all of the lyrics to pretty much every annoying pop song ever. Keep that in mind before you decide to gamble with your life.
(Personally, I see similarities between the two of them, but they really don't look alike. They look like they're related, sure, but not the same.)
Curiosity led me to pull out some old photos, which turned out to be Alexis' most favorite thing of all time. She started by looking at a baby photo of the husband.
We've established that Alexis is a smart ass, right? Because she is. As soon as she was done gushing about how much she looks like him (she does), she blurted out, "Mom, dad is so old that his baby photo is from before there were color photos!"
I have no comment on that. Ahem.
Then it was time to dig out a photo of me.
First of all, I'd like to smack that photographer around a little bit. Don't take photos of babies from that angle, mmkay? You won't ever wonder if there were any bears in that newborn cave. Straight on is a better, less-up-the-nose-tacular angle.
Secondly, full color! Ahem.
Lastly, the jury is still out on whether or not Mila looks like me.
But the jury is quite certain that matching sweaters are a terrible idea.
