Like mama, like papa
I am supposed to have half of mama’s DNA and half of papa’s.
What’s DNA? Is it like chocolate? Papa tells me that DNA is what makes me ME.
I see.
Sort of.
No, not really.
Anyhoo, papa says that I have more of mama’s traits than his. So mama looks for evidence of papa in me. Apparently, I have papa’s flat feet. That is why my pitter-patter sounds more like stomper-womper!
Among my numerous mama traits are a special food storage system. Food gets stuck in between some of my teeth exactly like mama! Papa says that this helps me store food for later. Eww!
I don’t mind these traits so much. I just hope that I don’t grow boobies.
Little DNA-Combo Isaac
