Smile!

I think growing up, I clearly had a dearth of cute photos. (I guess I just wasn't Gerber enough.) Especially between the ages of 4-6, where apparently I had that awful bowl cut.



Last week, I asked my sister to pick kid pictures for me for my yearbook page. She chose this one, of me, on the doorsteps of my grandparents' house in Shanghai, posing next to what looks like a can of paint and a chamber pot. Cheese!

(And No, I did not pick this one.)