I Have Your Eyes

At the end of last week, we had gotten in the car and Charlie commented that eyes are shaped like footballs. He asked to look at my eyes and when I looked at him, he said, "yes, like footballs." I told him that I thought his eyes looked like footballs, too, and then said, "Just like mine!" It always pleases Charlie to think that he is like me in some way. During this time, Kyle had walked up to my other side in the car, and I heard this little voice saying, "Do you have my eyes, Mom?" I looked into those sweet little Asian eyes and did what every mother would do in a similar circumstance, and said, "Yes, Kyle, I have your eyes." How could I have said anything else?