My baby book.

I was re-reading it the other day and about all the things my mother wrote about me when I was "itty bitty."

Few fun facts. I only smiled at really light-skinned people. Latinos, white, or simply light black people. Dark-skinned people made me cry.

Nobody wanted to feed me my bottles. I tended to throw it back up because I hated milk. What baby hates milk? This guy. Up until this day, I can't get milk into my system.

I started walking at 10 months. Started reading at 3.

I accompanied my mother to her college courses. I would sit in her class and draw the entire time until class was over with no disruptions.

I hated toys, pacifiers, blankets, baby food, and too much attention. I was a weird child. What can I say?

Not to mention by the time I hit 6-7 months, I began to look asian.