It's hard to read the date, but I think it says "Nov 60", which would put me at 22 months old. |
What, I should make sense? You're new here, right?
I'm the terrified looking girl in the front row. Maybe not terrified, but certainly looking as if I'm waiting for the other shoe to drop.
"Hey, you over there. I've done what you asked - I'm squished between these two smelly boys and I'm sitting nicely. What is this all about? I'm not real comfortable here, in fact, I'm feeling a real old-school, terrible twos type tantrum coming on; I've only got a couple more months to perfect them. Let me out of here!"
Oddly enough, I've pretty much the same expression on my face through all my childhood pictures. Apparently, I was born suspicious.
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