:: Insanity and Eyelashes ::

When I was a kid, we got my mom a bright yellow mug with the following written on it, in scrawled, scratched cursive: "Insanity is inherited. You get it from your kids." At nine, I thought that was just the funniest thing ever. Even then I knew that inheritance only went one way.

Today, I still find it a pretty clever little mug, and I am holding out all hope that maybe, just as we once corrected our erroneous beliefs that the earth was the center of the solar system or that the world was flat, we will soon discover a way to make inheritance work in reverse.

What I really mean is this: please, oh, please can I just get my son's eyelashes? He's got my hair. It only seems fair.