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 PostsScaring the Sale Out of MeThe Answer To All our Financial Woes Found at Jiffy LubeOne More Drop – Phone Time OutThe Gangsta Lean – Looking BackMy Autobiography on a PlateParent/Teachers
