“Growing up, I did ballet and I performed in The Nutcracker more times than I can remember. This was the year I was a candy cane and also the year before I discovered tweezers, apparently. The photographer insisted that I caress the nutcracker doll, resulting in this creepy, borderline objectophilic gem.”
(submitted by Cara)
“This is my sister babysitting my son when he was younger. He eventually worked out the clog.”
(submitted by Zach)
“When my daughter was 5 she decided to use her paper scissors to cut her hair. I was NOT. HAPPY. I think the face says it all.”
(submitted by Victoria)
“This is what happens when your mother chops off your beautiful, long, thick, Crystal-Gayle-length hair the day before school photos in Grade 2. She curled it under every morning. Success was not having to break out the Aloe Vera for the accidental forehead burns from the curling iron. My hair rivals one of the stooges but it’s meticulous, I give her that. She must have forgotten to do laundry in her haste and put me in some costume that would rival Liberace’s stage clothes. And check out the glasses. Didn’t realize I was cross eyed until this picture surfaced 33 years later.
(submitted by Krista in Canada)