This is my daughter Chelsea and I.
I asked French Husband to take some photos of us, since I have very few of us together. That is the problem, I have, being the one who is usually behind the camera.
Our family rarely takes photos without making a face. Chelsea is the Queen of making faces. French Husband actually told me at her birth, "... Corey, Loops (his endearing name for me), from know on, um, er, um... could you NOT make faces when you talk from now on? Especially, when talking to Chelsea. In France we don't make faces when we talk, and I want our daughter to er, um, not to make faces when she talks." I shrugged my shoulders, wrinkled my forehead, squinted and said, "I'll try."
As you can see I failed, I failed badly.
As I have said to French Husband many of times, "Sorry Honey, you married the wrong person, making faces is a strong genetic code in the Amaro blood line."
Rarely is there a photo where someone in our family is not making a face.
Chelsea inherited making faces from me.
You probably won't believe this but, her height, that came from me too.
Though Chelsea did inherit that D-stuff from my side of the family.
D-stuff, height, and faces. She got that from me, and...
Her long, brown, curly hair too... though I am naturally blond.
Yes indeed we are so much alike, I wonder where French Husband fits in at all?
Luckily, she did not get my nose... so I know French Husband was a part of this creation.
French Husband said, "Okay this is it. One last try. Please can you two please smile an American smile, please."
Oh well we tried... and I am happy with the results.