So, my new boy looks just like me – and this fact is fascinating. It is like looking at a raw version of myself that may or may not grow in similarity as he “cooks”. Also, it allows me to compliment myself indirectly when I (loudly) comment on how cute he looks in that Pooh the Builder outfit with the little beaver footies. Any dad who says having a baby isn’t at least a little selfish is kidding himself.

OK, so I was talking to a friend of mine about this fact – and how I now understand, in my infinite wisdom, why couples often use adoption as a last resort. It can difficult to “see themselves” in the child, or something to that effect. Of course, my friend informed me that his little boy was adopted, and I felt like a heel. That wasn’t enough for me, nope. I further explained that the reason I could not tell that his boy was adopted is because “he looks just like his mother”.

I didn’t mentally slap my forehead until the next day.