The kid looks nothing like me. For the first couple of weeks, we were hoping the kid takes after me in terms of looks. Share my view for a moment, how could the kid possibly have man-features right? I look hard at the kid daily hoping to pick up the smallest hint of resemblance. Her mouth is kind of nice, so is her nose. The chin is sort of sharp which is great. Oh what the heck! The kid looks exactly like her dad. I have a thirty year old picture (of Wil) to prove the resemblance. She even shares his blood type! Right now, I am betting on the androgynous traits little people have and am optimistic that my genes will ultimately prevail.

There are two opinions as to who the kid should resemble. Some say the father (the less parental of the two sexes) naturally feel love for the kid who look like the mother. Others are of the opinion that the kid should resemble the father. The father (the more aggressive of the two sexes) certain of the parentage will instinctively protect the tiny creature.

Our kid looks like Wil. His paternity instinct is most strong. We have ourselves a textbook case of a protective dad. The kid is lucky!

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