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![]() I was on the road and spent most of the past two days at my mothers house during the day and catching up with old friends at night. Indeed, I traveled outside of the 4 mile long stress free chill zone I try to confine myself to.
My oldest brother has zero Italian in his blood - but we share the same mother. There are no recent pics - but this is him with his 2nd kid at birth... ![]() Notice how they look similar in that pic. Here's his first kid: ![]() He's really white looking. So... I think nothing of any of this ... until I get to see the baby girl and hold her for the first time. She is absolutely Pakastani or Indian or Iranian or something. I'm convinced of it. It became so uncomfortable because I couldn't look at her without giggling uncontrollably. And I had to try so hard to keep my mouth shut about it - because I know it wouldn't have gone over well if I started commenting. I'm not really sure how I'm going to approach my bro about this. You always joke about something like that - but you never expect it to actually happen. |