Here’s a shot of me at three years old, giving authority all the respect it deserves, while strawberry popsicle runs down my chin onto my turtleneck shirt.
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Me at 3.
Let’s see.
I had long blond, wavy hair.
Something like the Lindbergh baby:
http://investigation.discovery.com/tv/real-interrogations/false-confessions/images/lindbergh-baby-324×205.jpg
retrieverman recently posted..Identify the species
Well, thankfully things turned out much better for you than poor baby Lindbergh. The true price of fame is far too high for most who seek it.
The SS would have wanted me for Lebensborn.
It’s shame my hair turned darker and look a bit less Germanic these days.
retrieverman recently posted..Identify the species