Dad dug out a pic of me when I had a bit of any identity crisis. Yup, never mind that my light eyes have mom and dad worried as to how their strong brown genes never made their way to my eyes, but there was a time where I had a nice golden baked yellow skin. Though my eyes were not slits, mom was worried I may be Chinese. Luckily it was just some jaundice, but sadly the colour hung around long enough that Aunty M coined the name Chicken for me. It's stuck and she has even bought me Chicken Licken, the book. Oh well. It works both ways though, because now I call her 'aughh ahguu gleeeegh' which is baby speak for "Aunty Hen." Justice.
A couple of hours on the sunbed sorted that out though, so now I'm cool. no mistaking me now.
Ahh geez another bottle. I'm developing some bad ass thighs, but more about that later, time to eat again.
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