Little flatterer

Today my husband was flipping through a magazine with our son, and when they encountered a photo of Winona Ryder, baby Z pointed at it and said, "Mama." He was insistent about repeating it even when Steve tried to explain that it wasn't actually Mama.

(By the way, Steve thinks maybe it was this picture.)

So there you go: to the baby who spends all day with me, I look just like Winona Ryder. Sweet!