More like his daddy every day

Now, people comment on how much Kiernan looks like Billy practically every time we leave the house. If it weren't for the blue eyes (which are still holding in there! yeah!) I would probably demand a DNA test for this little monkey.

After reviewing some pictures from that August visit to Austin, however, we have found another convincing reason why Kiernan is most certainly Billy's son. For those of you who, after a night out drinking with my sweet husband, have had the pleasure of learning a brain-numbing amount of intricate detail of the Roman empire or been puzzled by the depthless knowledge Billy has of useless trivia, I give you Exhibit A:

* I don't know when Kiernan would have started the boozing, but you can see from the picture below that his gift of gab is being bestowed on his cousin Bailey. He's probably telling her how to rebuild a carburetor with nothing more than floss and an aspirin tablet.
Exhibit B: Now we've moved onto the I-love-you-man part of his night of drinking. You can see that Bailey is not going to fall for any of these cheap lines.
Finally, beginning to sober up, he looks a bit nonplussed by the presence of the camera. It's much easier to deny the next day without documentation. Pesky, pesky documentation.