Does anyone remember these door-to-door pony picture salesmen? I don't. In fact, for years I disputed the fact that these pictures were even me. I mean, c'mon! A door-to-door pony picture salesman?!
But, alas, it is me. In fact, the face that I am making in the first photo is the face that Ryan forces me to make all the time.
When I was young (I'm about 4 or 5 in this photo), I used to "forget" how to smile. I don't know why but whenever I was told to smile, I just couldn't make my face do it. I'd do something with my mouth and teeth that I thought would be smile-like, but this is what it looked like. It was more of a squished, snarky look but to me, it was smiling.