One of my friends who’s seen my childhood pictures is insistent that Renesme (sp of this STOOPID name = ?) looks like.
I suppose I maybe see it, but, and not to be…Suri-snide, but my ears were not that big.
note: the second picture of me is from my very brief brush with modeling. I begged my mom to let me “be a model” and was chosen b/c of these polaroids my granny took. The day of the mall fashion show (my 6 year-old idea of the pinacle of fashion), I got all flipped around onstage, wandered around, tried not to cry, and forgot to smile. My sister went next, walked out, got lost, almost cried, and had to be escorted offstage. The. End.