That's my mom on the left. What can I say, I look a lot like her, although she probably wouldn't be caught dead wearing black unless it was to a funeral and I refuse to give up my hipster-colored fabrics.

My children, on the other hand. . . let's just say that when I pulled up with my Dad after getting their birthday sandbox, I said, in all monotone sincerity: "My children are wearing tie-dye."

It did make them easier to see in our crowded house that night, though. By the way, they're one year old, and I feel 92. Especially now that I have pictoral evidence that I look like my mother.