Here they are dressed alike. I know, that's tame. Hardly proof of mini-me/freakish cloning-- but hold on, there's more. I'll spare you all the proof, but let's just establish right here that they dressed alike every day.
Here's another: same sunglasses. OR ARE THEY?? SEE? You think they're the same. You think the two boys planned this; went out on some little covert shopping trip and got the matching set, but NO. They're pretty wildly different sunglass styles but they look like carbon copies because of the wierd bond.
The clone police tried to confiscate this one, but I managed to get it on here as further proof that the sunglasses are distinct-- it's just the mugs they're on that makes them look identical. Shh!
In step, again. Hand in pocket. 7 yr old looking bored at "The Happiest Place On Earth"--not easy to do.
...that is, unless you're clones.
Now this is where my photo file of proof falls apart. I have no proof of this, but I swear to you that my father gets out of the pool, the EXACT same way. How can that possibly be genetically passed on through generations?
This is my little Charlie enjoying cotton candy and happy to be following after his idol. And here I conclude this post stating for all the world to read that I couldn't be happier that he's growing up to be a carbon-copy of such a great man.