Like most families (at least those with a photographer about), we
have a house that's littered with pictures. That includes one of my
favorites - my husband, circa the early eighties with a mop of brown
hair.
So why, you might ask, does my mother continue to ask him
if he was really blonde as a child? Ah, that would be my daughter - the
towhead who I think looks a heckuva lot like I did when I was three.
Want
to end that age-old argument over who they REALLY look like? The folks
at MyHeritage.com have come up with the answer - the mash-up . . . sort of.
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