So, more people than we can count have said that my husband looks like Russell Crowe. Not bad, eh? Did I luck out or what? My husband says he looks like the man who ate Russell Crowe, but I don't think he is that much bigger than RC. Especially now that my husband has lost 40 pounds and RC gained a few.
The first Halloween that my husband and I were together, back in 2001, he dressed up as RC's character in Gladiator, Maximus Decimus Meridius (and yes, we named our son Maximus after this character, too). Our costumes didn't really go together. I wore a second-hand Tinkerbell costume that my sister had worn the year before (at least her husband dressed up as Captain Hook and they matched).
Now, my son calls my husband "Daddy" sometimes and "Steve" sometimes. We aren't sure why he started calling his daddy by his first name...he must have picked it up from hearing me call him "Steve." When he is walking around the house looking for his daddy, he yells out, "Seeeeeeve? Seeeeeeve!"
So, yesterday, Russell Crowe was on Oprah and my husband returned home early from work. Not because RC was on Oprah, but because he had to go to his night job in less than an hour.
The three of us were in the den when RC came on the screen. The moment my son saw Russell Crowe, he pointed at the television and said, "Seeeeeeeeve!" and then he turned around and pointed at my husband! Now, if our 20-month old son recognizes the resemblance, then surely my husband must really look like him.
Maybe we should move to Vegas and join a group of impersonators. This could be the break we have been waiting for. My husband could go on stage and throw a telephone at another actor with one hand, do math on a chalkboard with the other, while wearing boxing gloves, a loin cloth and chest armor. You'd pay to see that, right? Sure, he may not be as captivating as a Cher or Joan Rivers impersonator, but he would definitely be less creepy. I mean, come on. Who isn't just a little bit frightened by Joan Rivers?