Sunday, March 1, 2009

More Hair Stories

Neither parent has a dominant gene when it comes to the appearance of thy child. My daughter's mom looks, some say, Polynesian. I look, depending where I am at, Chamorro. When I was in the East Coast people thought I was I a mixture of Filipino, Mexican-Cuban-Vietnamese, with a hue of Spanish from Spain (which I abhor. I’ll save this for another post. No offense Sister Milagro.). Actually if I were a dog, which some say I am, I would be pure breed boonie. Just a note, I have Chamorro, Palauan, Japanese, Filipino, and Spanish ancestry.

My son, according to my sister, looks Tahitian. My eldest daughter looks like, by her account, a terrorist (I’ll save this for another post). My middle child insists she looks just like her Nino. “You look like…WTF?”

Apparently she inherited Japanese traits. She does not look like either of her parents. Although I am convinced her mom really is her mom. I mean, I saw her evacuate from her mom’s vaginal cavity with my own three eyes.

Her Nino is, well, a cross between a Yakuza and that dude that works at Himawari. The funny thing is that my daughter is oblivious to the raised eye-brows she creates, the scandal.

Her mother loves Himawari and I am paranoid. So I got hair samples just in case.