My big sister got a hold of me. I protested my displeasure when she put this awfully scratchy thing in my hair. I even tried to convince mom that to take it out but all she did was give Abi a high five and run for the camera. Women.

You're probably wondering why I'm smiling, then, if I hated it so much. It's weird. It's like something comes over me when I see the front end of a camera and I can't stop smiling, no matter how fussy and sleep-deprived I am. And that flash! Wow, it makes me feel like a movie star! But I refuse to let them take advantage of me like this!

Must...stop...smiling...