I love people who notice things. I don't notice anything, which is why I often find myself stepping in puddles and falling in ditches.
During my sister-in-law's engagement party this past weekend (more on that later), a family member noticed a baby picture cut out from a magazine hanging on my bulletin board. She zoned in on this one scrap of paper buried under a mountain of school notices, invitations, business cards, and kiddie artwork. She wondered who the child was. He looked familiar, but not completely.
That's when my husband explained how I had flipped through a People Magazine a few years ago and nearly suffered a heart attack when I saw a picture of my son Jack in the publication. But it wasn't Jack. It was actually a baby photo of rapper Eminem. At the time, Jack was his spitting image with the same curly blond hair and impish grin.
Joe's cousin marveled at the similarities and posted a picture on Facebook. I could probably find more pics where the likeness is even more evident, but I'm just too lazy to go through all the photo albums. Hence, I defer to cousin Peg's original photograph:
Let's just hope my sweet Jack doesn't have the same mommy issues as Eminem. Perhaps I ought to ease up on all these music lessons after all?