Monday, April 18, 2011

Good VS. Bad

   This talk about good babies on my best friend's mom's blog is reminding me of something my Grandma told me about a while back.

   My grandma said that when my Dad was a baby he hardly ever cried (I may or may not be remembering this part right). She was even able to take him with her when she went to chooir practices and stuff. I suppose he was a good baby (that changed as he got older).

   I don't think I was all that good of a baby. my mom told me that once my aunt came to take care of me. I cried constantly. For whatever reason, when I wasn't facing her I was fine. So I spent the day facing the wall.

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