Yikes. Am I turning into my parents? And if so, which one?

Last night I was walking around downstairs, shutting the windows before bedtime, when it occurred to me that it wasn't all that long ago when I rolled my eyes at my parents for doing exactly the same thing.

I was up in Duluth, helping out after one of my dad's surgeries, and it was a hot night. My parents had no fans, no air conditioning, and before bed they instructed me to shut all the windows so that nobody could break in.

Oh, good idea, I thought. Nothing like making the house even stuffier.

It'd be rather arduous for someone to break in--slit a screen, and then hoist themselves several feet off the ground and then sort of shimmy through. And they lived in a perfectly nice neighborhood where that was unlikely to happen. I sighed at their silly worries and shut all the windows, perhaps a bit more forcefully than necessary, to make my point.

And now I do it every night too.

I lay in bed and thought about this strange development, and I wondered in what other ways I am like my weird and quirky parents. And sadly, I thought of several:

--I do not like phone calls after about 9 p.m. I find them alarming. (I remember in my callow youth calling my parents up at any old time, and my father, his voice shaky, telling me that any phone call after 9 p.m. was assumed to be bad news. Huh? I said. But now when the phone rings late, my heart briefly stops.)

--If I am away from the house and I hear a siren, I instantly think it's headed to my house. (Though who would have called 911? Boscoe?)

Is this what getting older means? Constantly catastrophizing? Perhaps only if you come from my particular parents. Maybe if I'd had other parents, I'd be seeing other weird quirks.

Help me out here. Surely I'm not the only one. Do you see signs of your parents coming out in you?