"Whose kid is this?" you ask.
Without a doubt.
My mother has some crazy pictures of me, too.
Even if she doesn't have them anymore...I have memories of a huge tree in our front yard that I would climb with intent to sit on the highest branch I could...to read my book.
I've also seen a picture of me sitting in a barrel with barely any clothes...on reading a book.
She comes by it honestly.
Both of my kids are readers. I succeeded in at least one of my goals for them. :)