A little while ago my mom sent this picture to me.

I showed it to A. and he said he could tell it was my by the knees.
The knees!
Not the curly hair, not the sparkling smile. The knees!
That reminded me that my mom once told me that my knees looked like my great-grandmother's knees.
I've never been particularly fond of them, but I never realized that they are recognizable.

It got me thinking, and I went looking for a current picture of my knees. Turns out that they do not make an appearance very often.... but I found a shot here, cropped for your viewing pleasure...

... and there they are! My three year old knees, still holding strong 25 years later.

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