(I still get this face sometimes. It’s my contemplating life face.)
(This is my get-out-of-my-face-before-I-throw-something-at-you face.)
(This is my sad face. And I was sad. Probably because they wouldn’t let me have my doll.)
Most of the time, though, I was a little ham…
(My oldest brother was pretty much my favorite.)
(Yup. Total Ham.)
And I still am, I suppose.
I get it from my Mom.