Ever since Mr. Serious has been born, I’ve been saying he reminds me of someone. It’s been bugging me that I can’t figure out who it is. Today as he was doing what he does best in the swing, daddy called me over with his
iphone in hand saying “you know who he looks like?” and shows me this:
Not exactly who I had in mind but definitely gave me a good laugh.
In case you’re wondering, here’s what I saw when daddy put the phone next to the munchkin:
I actually think this might be a more accurate comparison (minus the pursed lips) to Sir Churchill:
Okay, but why am I trying so hard to make my child resemble a 70+ year old man, albeit a respected, distinguished old man, anyway???
Note to self: Need. to. get. out. of. the. house…
Don’t hate me little guy when you see these one day. It’s your mom’s desperate (& a tad pathetic) need for some
entertainment after being knocked down (quite literally) like a 1-2 punch by a horrid breast infection followed by a breakout in lovely cold sores. From high fevers, aching from head to every toe joint, nausea and fatigue to swollen glands, sore throat, headache and nasty blisters covering my face that make me feel like a leper, it’s been a rough couple of days. And for what I’ve gone through, I think I’ve earned it.