For the most part, Kate's not too bitter about losing the genetic game of Rock, Paper, Scissors. Her only real concern is that our child will be born with a set of these.
Not sure what the scientific name is. Basically, it looks like each of my thumbs was replaced with a big toe.
My friends in high school called them Hammer Heads. As if I'd repeatedly smacked the ends of them with a ball peen hammer. I even used to tell people I was born without pain receptors in my thumbs and chewed them to nubs as a baby.
My mom has them. My brother has them. Even our friend Ann back in Hoboken has them. And now, there's a 50/50 chance that our kid will have them too. Guess we'll find out in June.
Only then will I know if my domination is complete.
Hells yeah! My kids didn't get them. But they skip a generation in my family. All hale the hammer thumbs!
ReplyDeleteHi Jacob - been a while, hope all is well... made me laugh when i saw this picture and comment about your high school friends - i still remember those hammer heads...very distinctive - hope you don't have any scars from us labeling your thumbs with that nickname ;-)
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