I was never known to be a fat kid, but apparently all children go through a phase in which they are a bit on the rolly-polly side of things. After all, they do call it “baby fat” for a reason.

In this photograph, yours truly is only a few weeks old, being held upright by my mother’s hand underneath what appears to be the remains of a rather unfortunate polar bear. Note the deep “Pralle dimple” in my chin and the rolls on my arms competing with one another to see who can be the next wrist. The best part is the expression on my face. I am either trying to decide if the photographer is a complete idiot or I am working on a diaper-filling event; I’m unsure which applies.

Posted: on Monday, December 31st, 2007 at 08:00.
Filed under: Scanner Love.
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