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.

I got a lot of pictures of Bub’s first excursion to the park that’s down the road from our house, but this one happened to be my favorite of them all. We’ll probably walk down there more often since he likes it so much.