The surly apple doesn’t fall far from the tree

While he still possesses an exuberance of spirit (a certain joie de vivre, if you will), Oliver has recently started displaying his father’s trademark scowl with alarming frequency.  If he also inherited my tendency to eyeroll (which was passed down to me from my father), then his teenage years should be a barrel of laughs.

Don't talk to me before I've had my morning milk.

 

Like Father, Like Son

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