I have need a serious break from seriousness. Jerome’s diary was a nice start but I feel the need to go all the way to full-on silliness. I got my inspiration when I came across a toddler photo of me during a hunt for something else. I knew I had to do a diary with this picture and challenge the rest of you to expose your inner funny-looking kid.
Hey, I’m talking to you — can you top my cross-eyed mouth-breather with a vacant stare?
Update [2005-11-2 13:3:51 by AndiF]: I am not getting any competition in the pathetically funny-looking kid competition. In fact, you are all are a bunch of adorable mensches. So now I feel pressured to show that I did in fact become a relatively normal looking kid. Here I am on my 20th birthday in 1970 which was also the night that Jim and I got engaged (the ring was in the “O” of the “love” in card he made).
