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 PostsPassive Aggressive PrayersLet the Games BeginBaby of RageBucket of Awesome – LaughterI Heart TasersI Don’t Need to Be the Biggest Loser, Just the Loser with the Biggest Thumbs
