Top 10 ways that Noah is just like me:

10. Outlaw hair. With at least three cowlicks each and hair the texture of straw, we both just do whatever our hair tells us to do. That way no one gets hurt.

9. Poor kid has inherited my freckles and my height (or lack thereof). High school is *so* going to suck for him.

8. Competition keeps us going—as long as you let us win.

7. We’ll eat almost anything if we know that there’s chocolate for dessert.

6. We have only two speeds: “warp” and “asleep.”

5. Event planners extraordinaire! It’s 8 a.m., Mom. Am I going to school today? Will I get to color? Can I make a superhero? Do I have to take a nap today? Can I play with Sadie when I get home? What’s for dinner tonight? What’s for dessert? Do we have to take baths before bed? How many days until Friday…

4. Brute force works for us. Gotta gain control of a noisy room? Just yell. And if that doesn’t work, kick the crap out of your brother.

3. We share the same fears: going downstairs (or upstairs) alone in the dark, not having anyone to play with on Saturday, and not having done anything substantial with our lives.

2. Neither of us like girls.

And the top piece of evidence that Noah is just like me:

1. At age five, we both had “the meanest Mommy in the whole wide world!”