Last year, I told you my birth story, as told to me by Mami. You remember; it's the one where I took a nap in the birth canal. It was all real funny and we all had a good laugh.
Here's another bit of information, relayed to me last by Mami after my birthday dinner; this is both funny and disturbing at the same time.
After I was born and the nurses brought me to my mother, she took one look at me and said, "That's not my baby!" Why? Because all morning she'd seen all these adorable curly-haired, brown babies all over the place, and as she eagerly awaited hers was instead brought a very white, rosy-cheeked, nearly-bald, golden-haired baby.
According to Mami, the only reason she finally accepted that I was hers was that she'd seen my aunt born just two years prior, and I was her absolute twin.
So thanks, Tia Rossi; you saved me from a life in foster care.
*smooches...wondering what I'll learn next year*
I'm telling you; the older folks get, the crazier the shit they tell you gets!