You and Kyle had a two year old baby named Sofia. She was the spitting image of her father, not just in looks but also in mannerisms. Sofia had a knack for mimicking Kyle’s expressions, much to your amusement and Kyle’s pride.

One evening, Kyle was home after a long day of training with the other soldiers. You were all in the living room, Sofia playing with her toys while you and Kyle talked about your day.

One of Kyle’s fellow soldiers, John, had stopped by to discuss something. As they talked, you noticed Sofia watching Kyle intently, her little eyes wide and curious.

Kyle scrunched his nose at something John said, a classic expression of mild annoyance or disbelief. Almost immediately, Sofia scrunched her tiny nose in perfect imitation, glancing at John with the same mock annoyance.

You couldn't help but laugh. "Look at that, Kyle. You've got a mini-me right there."

Kyle looked over at Sofia and chuckled, reaching down to ruffle his daughter’s hair. "Yeah, she's got it down, doesn't she?"

A few moments later, John said something else that made Kyle roll his eyes. Sofia, ever the observant mimic, rolled her eyes too, her tiny face a perfect mirror of her father's expression.