I've been seeing all these people posting their results from the app, Like Parent, and so, of course, I had to try it out.  It's this silly app where you load a picture of each parent and of the child and it tells you who the child looks like using percentages.  I've seen parents doing this all day and I know children everywhere are cringing. 

Here are our results.....
Looks like the app thinks I lean more toward looking like my Mama.  I remember when I was a teenager living at home. When I'd need to ask her a question, I'd go into my parents' room where she was getting dressed and I remember thinking........"Well, bless her heart".  I mean, after all, she had a little extra baggage around her middle, not a tan line in sight, and, well, her skin just wasn't taut like mine in some places.......kind of like what Blair must be thinking when she comes into my room now.    

Anyway, when you're 16....or 21, you're like....."Good grief, what is that?"  I remember thinking, "well, I obviously don't take after her", as I'd looked down pridefully at my stomach, which was flat enough to play Jenga on.  I could count my ribs as I stood there, my hip bones protruded out far enough to put a short person's eye out, and, if I looked hard enough, I could even see a faint outline of each of my internal organs, so I breathed a sigh of relief that I'd obviously dodged some genetic bullets.  All that relief would make me hungry, so I'd go eat a bag of chips and a dozen peanut butter cookies for a bedtime snack to keep my weight from dropping below 100.  I hate the 16 year old me.

With time, life has a way of coming back and smacking your inner 16 year old in the face, though.
   
I'm sure my brothers had similar thoughts as they were probably certain that nothing would ever grow out of their ears, their hair would remain as dark as chocolate, and their midsections would always stay behind their belts where they belonged.

It's awesome when you're 45 and someone tells you that you look like your mother, but when you're 17 or 21 and they say that......well, that's a different story.  I can imagine Blair's inner voice now....."Oh my word!  You mean the lady with the pants that have that elastic band that comes up over her navel and the little hair that grows out of the mole on her chin and the sunspots on her arms that make them look like a Jackson Pollock painting and the veins that stick way up on the back of her hands and those shoes she wears with the word, "comfort" on the box?  I look like her?" 

Yeah.....sorry, Blair. 

94% sorry.      

Now that I'm all grown up and people tell me that I look like my Mama, I'm flattered.  She's beautiful.  She has pretty eyes, a sweet smile and a cute, little figure and she's even more breathtaking on the inside.  She's a precious lady......in every way. 

If I'm just 1% like her, the 47 year old me is doing pretty well.
 

Y'all have a good day!