A Picture is Worth a Thousand Memories

My favorite picture of myself is from a very long time ago. I was about one year old and my mother caught me escaping from my crib. Apparently, nap time was over. I am standing on the outside of the crib’s side panel, holding onto the vertical bars, and looking over my shoulder - obviously having heard my mother moving about. The look on my face is priceless - it is partly “catburgler caught red…