Ever since Aisling joined our family, Ceilidh has become a Daddy's girl. While it's Mommy who shops for her pretty clothes, and bakes her favorite cookies, it is Daddy who garners her attention. On the rare occasion Ceilidh may decide to sit next to me. But that's only when her father is nowhere neaby.
As Daddy can do no wrong in her eyes, it's not surprising that she doesn't mind taking after Daddy. On a recent trip to the hairdresser's, I noticed that Ceilidh's once black hair has lightened up considerably. Now, it's a lustrous dark brown.
"Just like Daddy's," I said.
She beamed, clearly pleased with the comparison.
Her reaction brought back a memory from a few months ago. Ceilidh and Devlin were finishing their nightly baths. It's no secret that Devlin is shorter and lighter than his younger sister. He also has much less body hair - a complete reversal from when he was first born and resembled a small primate.
"Wow Ceilidh. Maybe you should be a boy!" Devlin stated.
"What do you mean?" she asked puzzled, and not the least bit put out.
"You've got lots of hair on your legs!" my tactless son pointed out.
"Oh that, that's because I take after Daddy!" Ceilidh explained, quite proudly. "He has lots of hair too."
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