She CRACKS. ME.UP.

"Whose kid is this?" you ask.

Mine.

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. :)

This one is just hanging out watching a Barbie movie. LOL. She's a hoot.