Isaiah: Mom, remember when you said you can see some of Grandpa's face in mine?
Me: Yep. Actually, I can see a lot of his face in yours.
Isaiah: Oh. Well I hope that doesn't mean I'm going to lose my hair like him.
Me: Awww dang, Isaiah. That's cold, dog.
Happy Wednesday. Sorry, Poopdeck. (And even sorrier that this is your maternal grandfather, Isaiah.)