Because I am really, really tired of strangers at the playground, the grocery store, and the gas station asking me, suspiciously, "Where did that boy get his red hair?" I would like to present the internets with the following old, dirty, grainy photo of myself in 1982, looking more excited about having acquired a little sister than I would again for the next decade (Word to my sis):
Me, age 23 months, with sister, three days old.
And while I was restoring this photo as part of my ongoing Scan the Family Album Before It Disintegrates Project, I realized it reminded me a whole lot of another photo, from 2006:
Isaac, age 24 months, unfortunately lacking a little sister for his birthday, but really excited about the DVD he got instead.
