“He looks just like… He has your…”
From the moment they are born, babies are entered into a matching game. Adults play. They can’t help themselves. Inevitably the baby turns one way and he looks like papa or smiles just like mama. It must be announced! That’s part of the game. I liken the process to watching light reflect off of glass. The reflection alternates as the glass moves. Sometimes it’s recognizable, sometimes it’s new. In the end, as my mama says, “He looks just like Rivers.”
BUT just in case you do like to play, I compiled photos of Rivers to papa (top) and his maternal uncles. I guess I can’t help myself right now.