Apparently when I was a baby/child I was extremely serious. It’s always my mom’s favorite story that I took a 3yr old little boy by the hand, took him to his mom, and told her that she had to take him home because he was touching too many things (trinkets on tables, picture frames, etc). I was 4 when I did that. She said that I gave other children the oddest expressions when they acted up, she said it was as if I couldn’t fathom kids acting like their age.
Of course Mother Nature has a large sense of humor (the beautiful woman that she is) and has granted me the wonderful opportunity to birth and raise the most unique creature I have ever come across (the #2 slot is her father/my husband). She loves to put blankets on her head and run into walls (not on purpose but because she can’t see where she’s going). She finds those “ears” that you buy in novelty shops are to put on all at once and then accessorize yourself with necklaces and sunglasses.
She’ll ask for your hand in order to dance to a song.. any song that suits her fancy. It could be Death Cab for Cutie, Ok Go, or the commercial for Geico with that caveman guy. She hums to herself, she sits in a corner and talks to herself, and she laughs when no one is talking and then she sighs as if no one got the joke.
She’s not even two and she’s my hero.