When Nemo was born, he was my spittin’ image. (or is that spitten?) Seriously, you could barely tell our baby faces apart. He has my eyes, which are pretty distinct in shape…not big, but slanty and very blue. (His are actually gray now, go figure)

As a toddler, the resemblance remained. We’d get the occasional, “He looks just like Fishdog” but we ignored those people because Nemo looked exactly like me…and we had the pictures to prove it. Hell, we had the same teeth. It was freaky.

Fast forward to now. I’ve noticed him changing here and there. The deeper voice, the hairy pits, the lanky walk. Typical teenage stuff. But lately, I’ve noticed something even more disturbing. His looks are morphing. He’s shifting from my image to his dad’s. It’s bizarre.

And it was never more obvious than this morning, when he put on a bowtie for school (yes, they wear ties…and he thought it would be funny to wear a bowtie…No he’s not Fishdog’s child at all). I took his picture because he was too damn cute for words. When I downloaded it, I realized, that was the young face of my husband staring back at me.