So it begins; I step back in time to my childhood to tell stories and share memories. My first few months of life were relatively dull. I ate and slept, and well, you can fill in the rest. It was not until I was about eight-months-old that I was able to turn on some charm and do more than stare into oblivion.
This particular trend of mine began when I was taken to a cookout. My dad was holding me at a table, and I was entertaining the older ladies sitting across from us. The longer we sat there, the more tickled everyone got. Apparently, I found them just as entertaining as I was to them. I began mimicking one of the ladies who was lacking in the dental department. I must have been extra cute that day, because the more I did, the lady would squint real tight and grin a toothless smile. I reciprocated the toothless grin; a cycle formed.
Upon returning home from the day-long cookout, I kept flashing a cheeky and gummy smile at my parents. From their account of this day, I was having a ball and the more I did this, the funnier it became. I had no idea what I was doing, but it stuck. My dad coined my mimicking smile as the granny grin, while my mom snapped some pictures to fully document this trait I had adopted as my own.
The granny grin would continue on into toddlerhood, and by request, I would tuck my lips to cover my little teeth, throw my head back, squint my eyes, and display the cheesiest smile I could muster. Once in a while, my dad would join me, and that was a sight to see. Unfortunately, I could not dig up a picture of us two, but maybe that is a good thing too (that is up for debate).
The granny grin is one of my earliest memories recounted by my mom and dad. I will not live this down, nor be allowed to forget this as long as my dad still tries to get me to do it once in a while all these years later. I have no idea who that little, old lady was, but one thing is for sure, my family and I have had years of laughter all because of the granny grin.
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