Gene Pool

Genetics are fun boys and girls! My oldest daughter hates me because of her hair. My youngest has to wear glasses because of poor eyesight on my side of the family. I am the proud displayer of a David Letterman or Alfred E. Newman smile, which ever you choose to poke fun at me. I'm going to steal a line from my dad, since he's the one who "blessed" me with my diastema. I could probably floss my teeth with a jump rope:) Outside of gross physical defects, I think genetics are kind of fun. My daughters also have my chin, affectionately referred to at our house, as the "butt" chin. They've also been burdened with too much facial hair, but in my defense, their mom is a sufferer also. Eye color is definitely mom's. Both have brown eyes, but each a different shade of brown. Skin tone on the older, from me, the younger, from mom. Grandmas always have fun with genetics. Of course, the good looking traits are always from their side of the family. Oh look, that young un' has cousin Chester's cheekbones. I doubt it, cousin Chester was actually the next door neighbor. Look at the size of that toddler's head. Nobody on OUR side of the family has a head that size. Sure they do, they're just adults now. So, no matter how big your nose is, or how far apart your eyes are, or your widow's peak, you should at least thank a parent for the opportunity to pass on your family defects to the next generation. C'mon in everyone, the water in the gene pool is warm!