My beautiful wife and my beautiful mother rounded the corner yesterday, and I was like 'Wow! Those two could be blood mother and daugher, not just in-laws'.

Sarah, my wife, looks just like Sarah, my mom. Her name is Sarah. My mom's name is Sarah.

My dad's name is Paul. My name is Paul. We are the second set of Paul and Sarah Wozniaks.

Like anyone, it made me think of the great Greek tragedian Sophocles. He wrote Oedipus the King, where the tragic hero, Oedipus, unbeknownst to him but quite beknownst to the reader, kills his father and marries his mother.

This was later adopted by Sigmund Freud as a psychological theory that explains how boys end up competing with their dad for the attention of their mom.

Did they plan those outfits or what?

For me, I just thought that I love my mom, so if my wife is going to be like her, things are probably going to work out just fine.