Doppelganger

I sometimes think about who my doppelganger is. 

I always come up empty handed. 

Not even Traci can think of my face look-a-like. 

The closest we have come is some random girl on a random blog.

Definitely not doppelganger worthy.

Anyway, little miss Lolo went ahead and solved this problem for me the other day.

On Saturday morning Lo came upstairs to get me out of bed.

As per tradition, she started taking every item off of my nightstand

and handing it to me.

Suddenly she starts pointing at something and saying, Mama, over and over. 

Naturally I want to know what is reminding her of me, 

thinking it would be jewelry or nail polish, 

so I ask her to show me.

Low and behold she brings me Harry Potter 7, The Deathly Hallows.

Yeah.

Homegirl thought Harry was her Mama.

 

I can't even be offended because if we are being real,

she is not far off.

Short dark hair, glasses, a cape.

Cory and I haven't laughed that hard in a long time.

Now she wants to look at the "picture" of Mama all the time. 

You can even ask her to give Mama a kiss and she will mac on the book cover. 

Looks like Halloween costumes are taken care of for next year.