At one point, about 30 years ago, people used to say of my children, "Why, they all look alike!" They don't say that anymore.
My children are all the same in the important ways -- they are communicative, sensitive, intelligent, innovative, warm and, most important, funny.
My children are all different in other ways. My daughter works on a website at a financial institution; I don't really understand what it is that she does but apparently she does it very well and I'm so proud of her. She's also an excellent mother to her two children and finds time to bake glorious treats.
My younger son is a Congressional aide and has been instrumental in enacting public policy to make life better for poor people; I'm incredibly proud of him. He's the one most likely to come up with a zinger when it is needed and is superb at strategy games.
Which brings us to my older son, my number one. He's a violist by profession, and a hard worker; I'm awfully proud of him. He's a new homeowner and mastering various arts of home repair. He's tender-hearted and makes me laugh more than the other two. Which is really saying something.
I bet he could make you smile, too. Here, meet Tom, and get ready to do just that: