After I buckled G into his carseat at the grocery store, he saw one.
"Bye, Papa," G says from the backseat.
"Papa? He's not here," I laugh.
G retorts with, "Yes he is. He's right there."
I looked out the window and had to do a double take. The man getting into the car next to us was most definitely my dad's doppelganger The glasses perched on his nose, the t-shirt, the denim shorts - it was my dad! In order to get proof, it was needed to play it smooth.
I dusted off my acting skills and launched the camera on my phone. As Papa Twin returned his cart and walked to his car, I pretended to attend to G in the back seat. Then my hand started snapping photos with my phone.
This is the best photo I could get, but it's great proof of Papa's twin. You never know when you will run into your doppelganger.