Until a certain age, children look and dress like their parents. The daughter rejoices in looking exactly the same as the mother. And why not, she is the sun around which our tiny hominid finds orbit.

Of course, the mother hopes the tiny homimid would soon turn into a radiant star, a light unto itself, and a source od joy and wonder to the world, and these chickens come home to roost a few short years later in the form of lip, sass, attitude, and extreme accusations of terrible unfairness.

At this point, the parents understand natures wisdom of the young leaving the nest, and take their radioactive toxicicity out into the world and get new victims.