The father kindly sent me this to remind me what a chubby little thing I used to be… and of course remained! 🙂
There stands I with my little French beret at a jaunty angle with my camel hair coat buttoned up against the cold. Shoes polished, socks crumpled, looking like butter wouldn’t melt in my mouth. I’m not sure I’d call me ‘cute’ but I already have the peculiarly docile look on my face that has characterised me for most of my life… to date! 🙂
If you’re wondering, the picture is dated “31st March 1951” I must have been just 3½ years old. Awww… I look *so* put upon doing *just* what my mommy told me to.. 🙂
Ahh… if only I’d known then what I know now about how little I knew, I’d have known a little more than I knew I knew… or know now!! Perhaps?
The Eclectic Interweb 
don’t forget the leather gloves – they were a MUST then
Leather? I thought they were woollen… my word we were posh back then!! 😀
Still think you look like a member of the French midget resistance …….
Yes Si, thats why they were underground
Ooh, Betty!!