So, I like pictures of myself about as much as I like a root canal (which I've never had and plan to avoid, much like having my photo taken). But I made an exception when I walked into the bathroom the other night and looked in the mirror and started laughing at this:
Because when I was little, and had pin-straight hair, my Grandpa Gerald would point his finger at me and say,
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.
But when she was bad
she was horrid!
Of course I would remind Grandpa he couldn't be talking about me, because I didn't have a curl anywhere on my head. And he would say, "Oh, I might see a little one there..." which would send me running to the mirror to look for the little curl in the middle of my forehead that didn't exist.
Then I got older and my hair turned curly ...
Turns out he just might have known what he was talking about.