The other day, I held my friend’s baby, who was born a month and a half after our little guy.
The personality of the two kids are quite distinctly different, but it was reinforced by the difference in weight, and most noticeably the smell of the hair.
I have never had a great sense of smell, but in those few minutes, I could not get over the unsettling feeling of simultaneously something very familiar and very different.
I’m certain the feeling was mutual.