Mark,

If you start a thread on maple syrup and Kona coffee perhaps people will discuss flying to Hawaii for a Mudcat gathering. ;-)

I'm the English major, I should watch those modifiers. No, I wouldn't call him "little" either. But I was married to (and am still good friends with) a fellow from Puerto Rico who is American Indian (Taino) and Hispanic and the kids have olive complexions and big brown eyes. I managed to get a few genes through on my son, his hair is a dark blonde, but I was just a vessel for genetic material to pass through on my daughter. Spitting image of her dad. So, as I say, you wouldn't pick these kids out of the crowd first if you were trying to match family members. Heck, I used to have a fear of losing them in the store then trying to prove they were mine, back before they could talk. All this blonde-haired blue-eyed mom would have to show was stretch marks! (And this blonde would also have to watch those rays in Hawaii!).

Maggie