I look so much like my dad that people clutch each other and scream when we’re introduced together. “Isn’t she JUST like him?”
I also have my mother’s and maternal grandmother’s long narrow feet. All three of my kids have the Better Half’s short wide Hobbit feet, and they look funny to me. Maybe I should have checked his feet before I married him.
When people are introduced to me as the mother of The Cat Who Walks Alone, their first reaction is always, “Yep, you’re her mom, all right.”
Fortunately, none of my kids have inherited the crooked teeth that once made a suburban orthodontist scream with delight. (Braces–2 years. Retainer–1 year. 'Nuff said.)
My dad has this picture of my grandmother (his mom) when she was in her early 20’s around the late 30’s/early 40’s and I think I look earily like her. Spookily so.
It’s a pretty neat picture - not your typical portrait. She’s sitting at a desk writing and you can see all of her dress/shoes and the objects in the room. Pretty cool. Some of the furniture I think we still have in the family.
I look enough like my dad that when my mom asked her neighbor to meet me at the airport, she told him to look for a woman who looks just like Andy. It worked.
In fact, I look so much like my father that people have assumed that my mother is my stepmother. Nope.
Mrs. Spritle has a photoalbum of all of our school grade pictures (K - 12). Beside my Kindergarten pic is my dad’s Kindergarten pic (black and white, of course). My nephew said to my wife, “Why do you have two pictures of Uncle Spritle on this page?”
When people say I’ll be bald by 40 (I’m 32) I smile and say, “No, I’ll look just like my dad- thin on top.”
When I was born and my mother got her first look at me she said “I already had this baby”. Apparently I looked just like my sister, J. The thing is, I can see a family resemblance (same nose, coloring, hips, etc.), but thats all. I don’t think J and I look that much alike at all.
Now, my oldest niece, C, looks just like her mother, S (my other sister), but everyone thinks C looks like me, but no one thinks I look like S. Weird.
I look just like my Dad. However, I have a lot of my mom’s mannerisms, so when I was in school, a lot of her colleagues (she was a teacher) often said I looked like her. But I’m my dad all the way. Same chin, same nose, etc. He’s got a beard so it’s hard to see the resemblance at times.
My son now looks just like me, which means he looks like his Grandpa. That’s pretty cool.
I look exactly like my grandfather. In fact, I even used his passport to get into bars years ago !!! (yes officer, I really am 75!) … no one looks at the date … they just look at the picture.
I have some nice paintings of him from when he was my age (mid 20’s) that look like they were painted of me in period clothing.
Me, my brother, and my sister all look EXACTLY alike. It’s spooky, expecally considering that my brother has much darker skin, and completly different hair, and my sister is almost a foot and a half shorter than us.
Even with that, though, we STILL all look like refugees from some kind of cloning experiment. It’s wierd . . .
I look like my dad. I have a photographic portrait of my dad after he got his commission. I showed it to someone at work and they said, “I didn’t know you were in the military!”
I also have a photo of dad on the hangar deck of the USS Philipine Sea during the Korean war. I showed that to someone a few years ago and asked, “Know who that is?” He said, “That’s you, ain’t it? [looking closer] Ain’t it?”
The mole above dad’s lip was a little higher than mine though.
I am also my dad, but have my mom’s mannerisms. I’ve been mistaken for my dad many times. And on the phone, it’s even worse. My grandmother can even tell my voice from her own son’s! Stupid DNA!
My family genes must be ultra-strength. When I go into bars in my hometown (the crusty old ones in South Buffalo, for those who know the Nickel City), I have often been asked by the bartender (usually also crusty and old) “Whose kid are you – Jack’s, Mike’s, or Paul’s?” This refers to my dad and his two brothers, who look practically identical, and all their kids are pretty interchangable looks-wise. Being a woman, it’s a little disconcerting to look exactly like a trio of stocky, Irish brothers.
How many of you have been out somewhere with your older brother (8 years older) and father (33 years older) in good light and heard people remark, “Look, triplets!”
I don’t get it–we don’t look alike. Dad’s hair is black (going gray) and his eyes are ice-blue. I’m brown/hazel. My brother is pale blonde with dark blue eyes. We’re about the same height, and my brother’s facial features are a bit like mine, but that’s it. Nevertheless, we got called triplets for years. I grew a mustache so people could tell us apart…then they decided it was cool and grew them, too. I shaved mine off, and they followed suit. It’s hopeless. (Actually, I’ve always found it kind of funny.)
I look to almost be a twin of one of my older brothers, who is ten years my senior. This has lead to a couple of funny incidents.
As you have all probably guessed, I’m a cop. My look-alike brother is a pastor, who makes visits to the county jail on a regular basis to work with any inmates who want some spiritual counselling. On more than one occasion, these guys have gotten mighty upset to see the guy who busted them walking in to pray with them!
I don’t look like anyone in my family. I see my friends who have brothers and sisters, and can see how they resemble one another, and I feel like I’m missing out on something. I don’t even look like either one of my parents. Well, I might look like my mom, but since I have never actually seen her, I can’t be sure.
I used to think I was adopted and my parents would never admit it. I didn’t look like anyone in my immediate family. Then I saw a picture of my maternal grandmother when she was in her 20s and nearly dropped my teeth. Nowadays I admit to being part of the family. Not much choice, really.
