At some point when I was little, maybe around 4, I was at the department store with Nanny and mom. I don't know how it happened, or what I was doing, but I managed to knock over a mannequin. People came rushing over to make sure I was okay. My mom was understandably angry. Nanny thought it was hilarious.
When I was 5 or 6, I went to a bakery with mom while Jessica was having some dental work done. (I think. That's how I remember the beginning, but it might not be right). There was this beautiful wedding cake sitting on the low counter. And, wanting to know if it was real, I stuck my finger in it. The baker was pissed. My mom wasn't mad, because you shouldn't put a real (non-display) wedding cake where it can get messed up. Though, she did tell me to just ask if it was real in the future.
Around the same age, or maybe a little older, I complained of a headache. It was a bad headache that just wouldn't go away. Mom tried all the home and OTC remedies, but nothing helped. So we went to the doctor, who suggested a head x-ray. On the way home from the x-ray, I confessed that I never had a headache, I just wanted to see what would happen. I'm pretty sure she was mad about that one.
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