A diabolical reminder

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 As Logged By:


Agent Chase


The question recently came about

Of what started me on this route.

Here's a reminder for you all

To know why I became diabolical. 


Oh, how grand.  I look like an old man.

Is it my smile or nose?  It can't be my tan.

Is it my cheek bones?  My jaw line?

Tell me now or I'll threaten to cry and whine!

 

 
"What started it all?"  You ask.  What turned me from cutely innocent to diabolical and maniacal?  What started me on this quest to drive my parents mad?  
 
Well, you're looking at it ladies and gents.  
 
My parents couldn't get enough of that oh so famous Star Trek.  So, guess what they did the moment I was born!  They compared me to their favorite captain:  Jean-Luc Picard.

"Oh, look at her eyes!"

"No, look at her chin!'

"Can't you see, it's in her expression!"

"It's Patrick Stewart.  Yes, it is!"

Oh, how grand.  At just a few hours old, I apparently look like an old man.  He's in his eighties, the last I checked.  How, then, do I look like him?

Where's the comparisons to grandparents and siblings?  Where's the competition to see if I look like Mommy or Daddy the most?  Just look at me!  I beg you!  See something that relates you to me and me to you.

"Guess what I bought her!"  Those are the dreaded words that woke me the next morning.  Day two of my newborn life.  Can you guess what they bought me?  Can you guess what I had to wear?  If you answered a Star Trek uniform, you are correct.  
 
Congratulations.  
 
I hope you enjoy your laugh at this baby's expense.  My parents certainly did.

Good job, Mommy.  Good job, Daddy.  You turned your infant into the Captain of the Enterprise.  Next Generation uniform, of course.

I vowed that day to get back at my parents.  I researched and studied.  I calculated and contrived.  Anything to boldly torture my parents the way no baby has done before!  
 
Beam me up, Agent West.  Ahead warp factor one, Agent Rose.  We have some parents to attend to.

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