I tried to do my hair like Whoorl’s today. It kind of worked. Here are some photos of my wavy, Whoorly ‘do and the innocent child I tend to drag into my self-portraits.
And here is proof that she is learning the names of her body parts. OK, the name of one body part. I have tried many times to capture proof of her knowledge of the location of her tongue but whenever I pull out the video camera and point it in her direction she stares vacantly at me, her mouth gaping and a trickle of drool escaping from its side. I promise that just before I snapped the picture below I asked, “Where’s Avelyn’s tongue?”
I’m calling Mensa today and making her a member.