Things my kid gets from me, in part:
Light sensitivity, in a big way. Sunlight, direct or indirect. In the worst cases it makes her cry. Makes me want to cry, too.
She was born with blue eyes and black hair. It’s gradually changed to light brown hair and sort of green/brown eyes, which is what I have.
Time will tell on the nose. The nose has a name: the McMurray nose, the scourge of the mother’s side of the family.
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