


The results were, needless to say, shocking and we can only hope that she grows up to resemble one of us—even if it is her mustachioed old man—and not both. It’s the thinning hairline/comb-over that scares us the most. Good thing Biff is the other genetic donor here; she has good hair and she couldn’t grow a goatee even if she tried.
To try and put these nightmarish images behind us we began focusing on Zoe’s other developing characteristics in hopes of finding something of ourselves in her that we could be proud of. That process has not been fruitless. Zoe is a good sitter. I think she got that from me; I’m a good sitter. She can lie on her back and giggle really well. I’ve seen Biff do that—she must get that from Biff. She can wear socks for hours on end. Biff’s good at wearing socks; she must have gotten that from her. At six months she loves to eat books (and, well, anything that comes near her mouth). We’ve both been known to consume lots of books. So, when we really started looking we found so many things that gave us hope. Despite her parents' grotesque facial composite, Zoe future seems bright.