Yeaaaaarrrrs back when I was but a toddler, my parents (most probably, my mother) somehow were able to have my photographs taken by an ambulant photographer. The funny thing is that this photographer must have been without any apt props; I had to be seated in a potty training seat! Missing props aside, I think my propensity to flash my sweetest smile is the most endearing in these shots. He he. Note that these are my earliest photographs in existence. In the family, it looks like I am the only one with photographs at this age. They're collectors' items then, aren't they?
