Forgot to mention husband was also a blonde baby. Now, whether it’s age, puberty, whatever, we’re both firmly in the brown camp.

I was a blonde baby, and my two are blond (boy and girl). Girl has a full thick head of hair, boy has a head full of thick, floppy curls.

My sister was bald until she was two, at which point she basically had enough to form bangs (and her hair remains thin to this day). We were visiting my grandmother, an avid sewer, and they left me (about five at the time), alone with baby sister. I wanted to see if pinking shears would cut zigzags on hair like they…

I’ve twice walked in on my dad watching porn (though not doing anything about it). I also found his porn books and read those a lot -- they may have influenced my current sexual preferences, but I’ll never know for sure. I think my mom found one under my bed, because the next time I went looking for them they were…

I like personal recommendations better, and sounds like her prof gathered together a solid list.

Thank you! I love discovering new authors. :)

Any chance you can share some of that reading list? :)

My parents live next door to a husband and wife couple, and the husband goes by Sandy. Blew my mind to learn that his legal name was Alexander. I didn’t know Sacha/Sasha was another option!

OMG thank you. You are my Queen! I’m still backlogged on Agents, but now you’ve given me reason to get back into it.

I have an inexplicable love for John Hannah, and I automatically love everything I see him in for him alone. Sliding Doors is a great movie (I said, I don’t care), and I adore him in it. The Mummy without him or Brendan Fraser (I also love him, but differently), and with Tom Cruise instead? No. Just no no no.

My mom brought to the gravesite of her stillborn son when I was 5-6 years old, and I cried and cried and cried. My poor mom then had to spend the evening comforting me (and I just only now realized that when she brought me to the site it wasn’t a really long ago loss for her, it was still fairly recent... jeezus).

I just want to give my love and support to Elizabeth* by proxy. I think she’s an amazing, strong, incredible woman who had to make a horrible decision and she has all of my respect for doing so.

My daughter’s similar. She’s puked twice in her short life, and handled it pretty well. Both times in her bed, which meant some extra cleanup, but at least it was once and done.

I did something like this just a few days ago. My son stuffed too much food in his mouth and then started coughing and out it all came. And for some reason I caught it in my hand. And I can’t explain it. But I only had to wash my hand and not the high chair, so that’s something?

Look at the punctuation Tom Waits’s put in — s/he used an actual interrobang.

My daughter (now 4.5 yrs old) was something like 10th and 25th percentile for weight and height, and is off the charts with her noggin’ size. She’s about a week old in this picture.

I had a weird several-year period in my teens where I couldn’t handle dairy. Yogurt and frozen yogurt were okay (usually), but milk, ice cream, cheese — no good. Taking Lactaid did nothing (and I think my parents thought I was faking it for some reason). I used to love drinking milk, but I’m only now, 20-some odd…

There’s a Love it or List it Vancouver. The renovator/designer looks 12, the real estate agent looks 15, and they’re constantly dealing with people who have $1 million+ price points for their houses, because Vancouver. Same formula as David and Hillary’s show, though.

I had a lot of trouble with Heat, and with the Three Musketeers (the 90s version). Objectively, Robert deNiro and Al Pacino do not look alike, but yet when I watch Heat, I get lost — “mole, good guy. No mole, bad guy.”

I remember reading a Christopher Pike book where the villain was a cheerleader who would force people to snort so much coke they die. The protagonist in the story was an unpopular photographer, and somehow I guess he figures out she’s the villain, and he hides a camera that takes pictures of her duct-taping his mouth…