they say i look like my daddy.

is it because we both have chunky, muscular arms? (you’ll need to work out more, ol’ man.)
is it our similarly ‘boncit’ tummies? (though daddy’s suspiciously ’rounder’.)
is it how my hair stands up like his? (hey i don’t need any gel on my tuft.)
is it the shape of our lips? (no wonder mummy keeps smooching me!)

is it the way we like to slouch on the sofa together, watching football on tv? (it’s the euro cup, you know.)

nevertheless, mummy insists i look more like her. (the deluded vainpot.)

maybe some day when i learn to wear makeup (and grow some hair), i’ll look more like you, okay mum?

:p

meanwhile, excuse me while i watch this highly-engaging match.

ps: you, Parents, i demand that you change the banner on this blog to include me! this is first-child favouritism! i’m outraged!

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