Not long ago, my cousin Sarah posted this picture on her Facebook wall. Looking at it was one of those partly wonderful and partly demoralizing moments.

Here’s the image in question, featuring my grandparents, two of my uncles, one aunt, one cousin, my grandma’s sister, my dad, and me.

Those of you who know my dad will appreciate his winning smile and his awesome haircut.

Those of you who know me will wonder who dressed me (hint: he had a winning smile and awesome haircut).

Let’s take a closer look and review.

Bright red pants?

Check

Bright blue shirt?

Check

Bright yellow suspenders?

Check

Horrible glasses?

Check

Awesome haircut?

Like father, like son.

I’m just so glad Robbi never knew me in those dark times. But, according to Robbi, she went through an equally magnificent “awkward phase” that lasted from age 7 to 12.

Photographic documentation of her adolescent struggles to come at a future date.

This poor post has been insulted enough.