The Eighth Pain of Christmas

The eighth thing at Christmas that's such a pain to me,




Call the waaambulance.


It's interesting how our brains interpret images of people. We instantly know something's wrong when a baby has a small head or a grown man has a huge head. I made my ears and nose smaller (those grow bigger and bigger every year through your 70s), eyes bigger, and head bigger.


When I took Comparative Vertebrate Anatomy, you learn that the head and brain stem are the first thing to develop, doesn't matter whether it's a baby or a chick or a squirrel. I think we automatically have that "aww, cute baby" response, and it's funny because even if you're not a Biology major like I am, you can still tell when something's a baby.


They teach you in drawing class that to draw a baby, you must make the body length only 3 heads long, whereas an adult would have a height of 10-11 heads.


I hope I'm not one of those parents one day that lets my spoiled brat have anything they want.


You can't really see unless in the large size, but I'm crying -- profusely (thanks, synthetic tears!).




Bare strobe cam right, bare kicker behind and above me, cam left.

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Taken on December 19, 2008
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