Er, you have a little something on your face...

This morning, I dragged poor Elijah with me on a run in the jogging stroller before he'd really even had a chance to eat breakfast. So afterward, I treated him to a big pile of frozen blueberries, which he devoured happily. I don't give him these too often because, well, THIS happens:

This particular face struck me as eerily similar to another I've photographed in the not-too-distant past of a certain little girl we know...

Sydney at a few months older than E is now.

Family resemblance? Uh...yeah, I think so.