My dad sent me these photos last week and I thought I'd share due to their hilarity. This is me at around age 2 with my cousin Michael. He is the more Mexican version of my father, so he was always my favorite, naturally. He is also the person who taught me my love for Def Leppard.
It is pretty easy to see why my family called me Shirley Temple and recited the following poem to me on a daily basis:
There was a little girl who had a little curl
Right in the middle of her forehead;
When she was good, she was very, very good,
And when she was bad she was horrid.