Sometimes I don’t mean to, and then I wind up getting the best pictures of my child… like this one.

That I was recently given a picture of Bub’s father volunteering at one of his church events from a few years ago, and as much as I had thought that there would be some degree of paternal resemblance, there is absolutely no resemblance… and although they are related, I find this absolutely hilarious and ironic. I do.

Enclosed is a picture of one fresh Bub, the child that his father does not look like in any way, shape, or form.

This is what happens when I let my youngest son actively participate in taking selfies, y’all. This right here.