"Not really. The top part of mine is yellow and the bottom is red and you can see my hair but Grampa's is all red except for the belt and boots and you can't see his hair so they don't really look a lot alike." The "mini-Barry" piped up from the couch where he was sitting, eating an apple, his feet swinging inches above the floor since they didn't quite reach the ground yet.
"Grampa, Grandma Iris said to remind you to bring home milk."