This Kid Is Your Kid...This Kid Is My Kid...

There comes a point in every parent's life when you look at your kid(s) and decide, that kid is most definitely like you...or in this case: me.  We've known it for some time, but last night solidified that...

While cleaning up from our delicious dinner, my oldest was standing at the foot of the table and loudly exclaimed to me, "Well, I *am* your kid!"  That was to say, she was trying to verbalize that she thought she was just like me.  Haha, kid...no.  You may look just like me, but you do not act like me.  Noooooo, no.

My son, our beloved middle, who was STILL eating when everyone else had already left the table; loudly exclaimed that HE was my child.  Again, no.  His father hung his head and laughed.

"Oh, baby, you are certainly just as cute as your mama...but you are Daddy through and through."

Together these children, baffled, asked, "Are any of us your kid?!?"

Right then, as if on cue, my youngest - who had at that point been "practicing" piano in the living room [by lying on the piano bench and pretending to write in her theory book] while half singing to herself bellowed in a most decidedly baritone voice, "Hey!!! I know aliens!"  ...and then giggled.

Their father, whose head was still hanging, began to shake with mirth.

"Aaaaaand, that one there [pointing into the living room]  That's my kid."