Look-a-Like Meter (Also Known As: Another Excuse to Procrastinate)

My parents are coming to visit next week and, with the house being a big ol’ embarrassing mess and all, I naturally spent the better part of the weekend reading my friends’ Facebook status updates and comparing side-by-side pictures of Skye and me to prove there is a resemblance.  Seriously.  I did.  I’ve grown so weary of people saying she looks EXACTLY like her father, that it’s driven me to this.  It’s sad.  Very, very sad on my part.  But also encouraging!  Because, after hours of careful analysis, I’ve determined that she may have my eyes.  Sort of.  Eventually.  Maybe?

I presented my concrete data to Mr. Candy, who laughed at my patheticness, a word that does not exist but SHOULD if only to describe my state of being in this instance.

“She does have your eyes,” he nodded.  I beamed.  “AND your big feet and your ears that stick out!” he added, um, reassuringly.

Gee, thanks, Mr. Candy.  But it’s true.  Poor kid.

I am not an idiot.  I know Skye does bear a stronger resemblance to her father — especially the shape of his head, coloring and cute pucker — but, as I’ve mentioned on this here blog before, I can’t help but bristle when people say she is a “mini-me.”

I mean, clearly those people have not seen her gargantuan tootsies.

As I continued to look for ways to avoid cleaning today — in what a swear is a crazy coincidence — I came across a fun tool called the “Look-a-Like Meter,” which evaluates photos of kids and their parents using “state-of-the-art face recognition technology” to determine who the tot looks like.

Oh, people, you’ve gotsta try it.

Using two different sets of pictures of each of us, I got the same result:

Hmmmm.  Yeah, okay, I’ll buy that. Clearly, the meter sensed she has my limbs and ears.  Because the technology is JUST THAT GOOD!

Actually, I think it is just humoring me.  Which I am TOTALLY eating up.

“Patheticness.”  Should there be a “k” in there?  Given my current state, I should really figure that out.

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Candy Kirby is the founder of The Laughing Stork and a professional fun-maker who will never stop chasing her lifelong dream: to find the Pomeranian or porn star after whom her parents must have named her. She also used to be a staff writer for the soap opera, The Bold and the Beautiful, where she penned many scripts featuring prolonged heated stares and countless “Who’s the Daddy?” story lines. Candy lives in Los Angeles with her husband, two young kids and three rescue Persian cats who enjoy blanketing every inch of the house in kitty fur.

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