my daughter... she's the one with her mouth W-I-D-E open...
and Exhibit B: my son - who has graduated from wanting to be a pirate when he grows up... to being an actor. a much more noble profession - maybe... He's the one... well, you know, the boy. Okay, there are TWO boys I guess, he's second from the left.
Do you SEE them cheesing for the crowd? well, let's just say they do NOT get that from their father. ManOfTheHouse may be a lot of things - but a ham? I just don't see it.
Explore with me some of the wonderful ways we have blessed our children with our combined DNA...
Teeth: their options are Mom's straight but not so cavity resistant teeth OR Dad's reasonably healthy but extremely crooked teeth.
The result - crooked teeth that get cavities with the regularity of Old Faithful. and yes, I DO make them brush... up and down even though I am stubborn and still brush side to side.
Eyes: their options are Dad's barely near-sightedness or Mom's legally blind near-sightedness... they have no hope.
The result - remains to be seen... neither M.O.T.H. nor I wore glasses when we were young... we figure we might get a few more years before we start getting blamed for this as well.
The Height/Weight Factor: Options? M.O.T.H. is tall and thin. Mom (that'd be me) is short and has a predisposition toward chub. The kids... well, I think they're covering their bases... at least on the weight thing... but thus far nobody seems to be outgrowing Dad... hey, as long as they're taller than Mom I figure we're doing SOMETHING good right?
Brains: wait - I think we finally got one right... because of COURSE I have a handful of the most brilliant and creative children this side of the Mississippi. maybe the other side too. Let's just not talk about how we've passed down our inability to study and the uncanny ability to procrastinate... because that might detract from the impression I've left you with of my mini geniuses.
Health: Options - M.O.T.H. rarely gets sick - and enjoys all of those outdoor activities like hiking... and other stuff that he does outside, don't ask me to expound... I just go along and pretend to like it when we all know I'd rather be inside reading and munching on popcorn.
The result - thank goodness I took those acting classes - because I think we've actually fooled these kids into believing that I enjoy the hikes and the pickle ball games... I think they might even believe that I like those veggies that I choke down if they're watching.
Why couldn't we have just sat down and made up a list of all the traits we'd love to pass on... my ears, his eyes, my nose, his height, my sense of humor, his metabolism, his patience, his... wait, I'm all out of stuff I want to pass on? okay - the rest can be his...
I think I hate genetics.
Matthew 4:4 -- On Food for the Soul
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