The day I was born, everyone in the city raised their flags in my honor...at least that's what I've been told. I've also heard that mom had a three day labor and it was pretty hard. but I think this picture is evidence of another story. Cocktail anyone?
Dad was eager to learn how to give me a bath and change my diaper. Everyone said he looked pretty tired, but he always looks the same to me.
Grandma and Grandpa Smith were the first people to hold me in the hospital, after my parents. Grandma said I looked just like mom when she was a newborn and Grandpa mentioned something about climbing and a tiny harness. Dude, after I can stop my hands from scratching my own face, we'll talk.
So, this is how I came into the world. Man, I was beat.
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