“Oh, she looks like Scott.”
Scott’s family says it. Scott’s co-workers say it. A few of our friends say it. She looks like Scott? She looks like Scott. Scott? What? In the nicest way possible – I think some people have a couple loose screws.
I’m just going to take a step back and remain silent while you scroll.
Ok sure, she’s not an exact replica of me. Scott came swooping in with bleached DNA and won the hair color battle on both children.
“Emma, you’re adopted.” — “Mommy, yeah right.”
And there I am looking studious in glasses and a Shirley Temple.
We all have a couple loose screws. I lost mine in junior high at Glamour Shots.