When we have kids we sit there holding that tiny bundle, marveling at how small and perfect those features are. 
Family starts claiming parts of the baby as their own: she has the family nose, he looks just like Uncle Boris when he sleeps, her laugh reminds me of Grandpa Pete.
As parents we’re no better. We may not notice the physical similarities (okay, maybe I may not notice them) but we do tend to notice the attitude and interests. As parents we hope our kids inherit our good traits, like creativity or determination with a problem or empathy with others. We also hope our kids don’t inherit our not so redeeming qualities (and like it or not we all have them), like a quick temper or shyness.
Sadly my 3-year-old had inherited her dad’s sweet blood. By that I mean blood that all sorts of bugs enjoy. After an afternoon in the backyard my daughter was covered in bug bites (on little people they resemble bug welts). My other two kids, untouched.
I expect my kids will inherit both the good and bad from myself and my husband; that’s what makes them a little bit of both of us. But some things you wish you kids never inherited.
Anyone know a good full body mesquite suite, preferably in pink?
