Last week I celebrated my 17th third birthday. My mom and sister in Minnesota managed to dig up a couple of photos of my first third birthday, celebrated in Dadu, Pakistan.
Two angel-food cakes put together. Looks more like an 8 to me, but I guess the tip-off is the three candles. I notice that I was wearing flip-flops that that age, which probably explains why today I still can't stand wearing shoes and socks.
And here I am proudly showing off my red and green dump truck.
