Out of all three of my siblings, my younger brother Janss and I undoubtedly bear the most striking resemblance. Our baby photos are identical, as are our profiles, hair color and — as much as I hate to admit it — tiny little teeth. Perhaps most terrifying is when I get ready in the morning only to look in the mirror and catch a glimpse of Janss–wearing mascara–staring back at me.
(Perhaps the most ironic piece of this entire story is that Janss looks nothing like our other brother, who just so happens to be his twin.)
As it turns out, I’m not the only one who notices our sibling likeness. While visiting Seattle this summer, I posted a photo to Facebook of Janss, eating Chinese takeout in Gasworks park with his bare hands. (Not by choice — he’d forgotten to grab utensils.)
When I returned to ‘Sota, one of my friends mentioned the photo.
“I didn’t know you had a brother!” she exclaimed. “You guys look exactly alike! When I first saw the photo, I told my boyfriend, ‘Whoa!! Katrina cut her hair off and got glasses!’ It took me a good ten seconds to realize it wasn’t you.”
I took this as a compliment–mostly because Janss is really skinny and has better eyebrows than me.
(And let’s face it — eating sweet and sour pork on a park bench with my fingers is clearly something I would do.)
This week, Janss’ girlfriend had us over for a lovely dinner party. (With utensils.) My siblings and I quickly found ourselves discussing the matching faces of Janss and Katrina. As is typically the case, my sister Hayley — the brains of the family — experienced a stroke of genius.
“Katrina — you should do Janss’ makeup and see how much you can really make him look like you. We can do it when everyone’s together at Christmas!”
I’m not sure who was more excited…myself or Janss. I mean…what better way to celebrate the Messiah’s birth than slathering my younger brother’s face with tinted moisturizer and high pigment eyeshadow!? Christmas can’t come soon enough.
The following morning, Janss returned to the topic. “The best part is that I can probably fit into some of your clothes!” he mused.
This? This right here is exactly why I love my family.
(And in case you’re wondering…no. I will not be getting a pixie cut and glasses come Yuletide. This is operation Katranss….not Jatrina. Duh.)