I always liked to think that it wouldn't happen, but as I've got older it has dawned on me that I am actually turning into my dear old Mama. Don't get me wrong, I love her to bits but whenever I catch myself doing or saying something she would, it gives me a shock. Only today I used the phrase "Foghorn Leghorn" to describe my rowdy house mate and regretted it immediately when I was met with blank stares. I seem to have picked up many of her bizarre sayings which often attract choruses of "what the hell?!". Other prime examples are "grumpy gristle" and "booby bear". Better traits I have inherited from my Mum are my love of reading and libraries. Turning into my Mother wouldn't be the worst thing that could possibly happen. She's a fantastic role model, a strong, amazing and hilarious person, and has been there for me everyday of my life. As long as I don't inherit her confused mole face (so called because it happens when she doesn't understand something and resembles a rodent) I don't care!
Traits I have inherited from my Dad are my sarcasm which irritates even me sometimes and my stubbornness, both of which can lead to difficulties. A good trait I got from my Dad, is my passion for music. He has really good taste for an oldie and has introduced me to some of my favourite bands. Without him I wouldn't have discovered gems like the Modern Lovers or Nitin Sawhney.
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