Until this weekend, I had never heard of Rory McIlroy. I'm not a golf fan, and to me, watching golf is about as exciting as ... well ... watching the grass grow. And then I heard about Rory McIlroy. My daughter phoned me and said, "Google Rory McIlroy; who does he look just like?" I burst out laughing. He looks exactly like Phinnaeus. Even the little hairs between his eyebrows are identical. And his teeth. And his cheeks. And his nose. And his curly hair. And his smile. It's uncanny. The only difference is, Rory McIlroy has brown eyes, and Phinnaeus's eyes are very blue. In fact, I can even see Phinnaeus's mother in this picture. The similarities are almost eerie. How on earth does that happen?
Both Rory and Phinnaeus have a background from Northern Ireland. I often tease Phinnaeus that he looks as if he should be wearing a kilt and throwing the hammer or doing the shot put in the Celtic Scottish/Irish Highland Games. So possibly, way back when ... there is a connection somehow.
Phinnaeus is very much his own person. He's smart and funnier than blazes. The other day we went to his band concert, and as his mother, Marigold and I were walking out to the lobby during intermission, we came upon Phinnaeus chatting up a cute little redhead who looked a bit like Emma Watson from the "Harry Potter" movies. He introduced us, and later he told us she was the girl who said he had "dreamy eyes". Oh, goodness, wasn't it just last week I was taking him for walks around the neighbourhood ... in his stroller? How on earth did he get dreamy eyes? What did that happen?
Phinnaeus and Marigold's parents don't want me to post pictures of them on my blog, so this is the closest I can get ~~ a picture of Rory McIlroy. Is it live or is it Memorex? I don't know. The more I look at it, I'm just not sure.