The next generation

The other day, I told you all about a little gift I received through the genetic lottery.  Last night I discovered that the genetic lottery has done it again. 

Check out KB's footprint on that same bath mat:

Not so much as a hint of an arch. You know what that means? Flat feet! You know what that means? He'll never be conscripted into the army to fight the Vietnam war! Woot woot!