So, I guess I'm not so good at smiling on demand... Mommy just tells me to smile for the camera all the time, so my smiler gets kinda tired and then out come the goofy grins!
I'm a complex individual. I sometimes cry because I'm hungry or because I'm tired. But I often cry for no apparent reason at all. I'm an enigma, and I pride myself on my inscrutability. I smile a lot, but sometimes it's just gas. I want to be a princess when I grow up. Or maybe an astronaut. Or maybe a cowgirl. I haven't decided. Luckily, my dad's a super-genius, and he can teach me just about anything I want to know. He's awesome. My mom's pretty okay too.
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