You're only as old as you look, and other thoughts on genetics

I'm fuzzy on the details, but my parents had some friends who made them some t-shirts when I was very little. They were actually kind of an ugly shade of neon-ish green with red, fuzzy lettering on them. I think the way it goes is that after my brother was born at home, my dad got a shirt that said, "I did it all myself," and my mom had one that said, "I helped." And then there was another one that said on the front, "Insanity is hereditary," and the back said, "You get it from your kids."

Genetics know no bounds. I always thought that Mia took after me. She tends to want attention and love, but if you offer it to her, she'll flop down just out of reach. And when you try to get close, she runs away. Clearly there's some relation.
See? Rather aloof.

But it seems Dozo takes after me in some way or another as well. I have a kind of half-smile sort of thing that makes one of my eyes squintier than the other. Seems to only happen in pictures. You can see it here, a bit:
There seems to be a relationship between the amount I have to drink, and the amount that left (your right) eye squints up. In this photo, I had not been drinking.
Dozo wasn't drinking either in this photo, but the family resemblance is striking.

Additionally, the thing about cutting all my hair off is that stuff stands out more when there's less other stuff to hide it. So I was brushing my teeth the other night and I saw this sparkle in the mirror, like a boat trying to send signals to shore. A few years ago it was just a hair there, or a hair here. But now I keep thinking about that line from When Harry Met Sally where Sally cries, "I'm gonna be 40!" especially when the ratio of salt to pepper increases.


Those are not blonde highlights, my friends.