Oo, oo, oo, I wanna be like you -ou -ou

While I'm carrying Phoebe downstairs she starts stroking my hair. "I like your hair, Daddy. I want to have hair like yours."

I smile at her and kiss her on the nose. "You do have my hair darling."

"And your eyes, I want your eyes, too!"

"You have my eyes darling. We've both got blue eyes, haven't we?"

"I want to be like you, Daddy!"

Her finger describes a line around the outside of my ear, a habitual gesture of hers when I'm holding her. She looks at me and smirks. "I don't want your big ears though."

Eh?