Like Father, Like Son........two incidents

Last Saturday while SH and me were about to leave R's Henna party (bachelorette party), SH asked me to carry her almost-two-years-son M while she went to the bathroom. M is a very nice kid who is familiar with me as I visit his home quite often and usually spend some time playing with him. While I was carrying M, R's sister (Who thought that M was my son) was smiled to me and said "Masha2allah, shabahek 7'ales" (cute baby, he looks exactly like you). I don't know what made her think M was my son, maybe because M was not crying and was acting as if he were carried by his own mum, or maybe the way I was talking to him or looking at him had a mother-like tenderness. What really astonished me wasn't the girl's comment, it was my reaction; I just smiled back to her and did not tell her he was a friend's son and not my own. After I went home I kept thinking for a while and asked myself why I did not tell the girl the truth, maybe I did not want to embarrass her, or maybe I liked the idea of being a mother even if it was not true....I really don't know.


The following day while daddy was holding the cup of tea I made him the following conversation took place between my dad, my sister and me:

Daddy: why do you usually fill the cups till the very top, I can't hold the cup properly.
Me: I guess it's one of my bad habbits dad, I can't drink from a cup that is not filled till the very top.
My sister: Why, do you get the feeling that somebody took a sip from your cup?
Me (smiling): I don't know, it's one of my many bad habbits. You know something...I can't write with a pen with a missing cap, I think this is another bad habbit of mine.
Daddy: I guess this is a bad habbit of mine as well.
Me: that explains everything, I can't be blamed for such a habbit then, it was genetically inherited.

I just said so to bug my dad, but then I thought if it was possible that such simple habbits were genetically inherited. I tried to remember if I've ever heard my dad complain about a pen with a missing cap, but I had no past incidents on mind. I have to admit that I have genetically inherited a lot fom my dad; his look, his way of talking, his sensitive feelings, his sense of humor and of course his bad teeth. But I've never imagined that I would ever inherit such a small detail from my dad.