A Chip Off The Non-biological Block

(It is the end of our day camp, and all of the parents are coming in to pick up their children.)

Me: “Look, [child]! Your mom is here. You know, you look just like her!”

Child: “No! I wanna look like my daddy!”

Mother, to my coworker and me: *quietly* “He doesn’t look like his dad at all, if you know what I mean.”

(The mother and child leave.)

Coworker: “I hope she meant that his father has a bunch of recessive traits.”