And the tradition continues.

The tradition of:

You're somewhere around one year old, let's put you in only a diaper, put you up against the wall and see how much you look like your daddy when he was your age.

(I would put a picture up of me when I was that age, but I was the fourth child out of five and I think my parents were all pictured out by the time I came along. If you ever ask my mom, she will swear she has tons and tons of pictures of me, but somehow she hasn't been able to produce them in all of my 32 years. It's ok though. No hard feelings here. I moved past that years ago.)

These are the tell-tale signs Bacho is their Daddy:

** the eyebrows. they're full, but soft. a little bushy but a very distinct shape.

** the perfectly shaped ears. (I was so hoping they'd get his ears. His are way better than mine)

** the head shape. specifically the forehead. it has a certain swoop to it. those in the loop know it well. It tends to be more prominent in boys.

And........

** those unmistakable toes. they're a little funky. some hide under others. (I was so hoping they'd get my toes. mine are way better than his)

I must say (in true mom fashion) no matter what they got from who (or whom [which is it?]), I just want to eat them up pretty much everyday.  They turned out pretty yummy.