Mummy's girl indeed

Much has been said/discussed/debated within the household in recent days about who Kate resembles.

More specifically, whether or not she looks like Mum, aka, me.

On outings with Kate in the past week alone, at least three complete strangers, drawn by Kate’s ‘cute baby’ bait, approached us offering various questions as ice-breakers.

How old is she? What’s her name? She likes to suck her hand hor?

And invariably, the following comment would follow:

Looks like Mummy.

Now I believe I may have said in a previous blog that I don’t see any resemblance between the two of us. (Not that I don’t want to. I would love to think she got her big gorgeous round eyes and rose-bud mouth from me.)

But to be fair, comparing a barely 8 month old baby to a 30-something year old adult would be like comparing, say, a caterpillar to a butterfly.

So for the sake of argument, I present you with a vintage-limited-edition-one-of-a-kind photo of moi, dating back to the 70’s, taken on my first birthday. (I would've preferred to use an even younger photo of myself except that I don’t have any).

And here’s Kate, in a picture taken today.

I suppose we do kinda look alike, give or take a double eyelid or two, plus or minus several pounds of baby fat and ang moh genes aside.