I am Four Years Old January 19, 2007 by Kathryn …In the hours that followed, many people came to visit, passing the boiled-looking newborn around, cooing, and crying tears of joy while I shoved my face full of broccoli. Family members were careful to only take pictures of the baby if I could be seen in the background cramming food down my throat with a ramrod… Related PostsTip Tuesday — Great “Pics”Lost in FictionDon’t HesitateDon’t Be Their Negative VoiceGoogling Solutions to Cleaning Blood Stains While Teaching PreschoolI’ll Call It the Funny Farm but Not Because It’s Humorous
