Often times you hear someone say, “you are just like my friend Jennifer”… or whoever. And you awkwardly smile and pray that *Jennifer is a Victoria Secret model who is super funny and awesome.
But what about when someone says you look just like their baby?
It’s been decided that I look eerily similar to a co-worker’s daughter (ok, maybe it was me that said, “we’re twins!”). I was asked for a photo of myself at that age – so we could finally settle the fact that me and this baby are sort of like the Dalai Lama (except for I’m still alive and am not holy and blah blah blah). Oddly enough I didn’t have any photos of myself from childhood floating around my work desk, so I called my mom.
“Mom, I need you to find a photo of me around the age of 2 and take a picture of it on your phone and send it to me ASAP.”
mom- “I have a broken leg!”
“Yea, so wheel yourself into the living room and look through the cabinets.”
mom- “I don’t have anything to wheel.”
“Oh, sorry, I guess you don’t have to… I guess I’ll just get fired then.”
mom- “No, no, I’ve got my crutches. I’ll go try to find something.”
“Thanks mom!! You’re the best! Miss you so so so much.”
Many minutes passed before I finally saw something in my inbox. I clicked on it…
Really mom? That was the best one you could find? Thanks.
I’ll be expecting that big raise any day now.