Today I was thinking about a story my mom tells of when I was very small.

She says that when I was no more than 6 months old, my dad was giving my older sister a lecture� and I sat in my seat, rolling my eyes. It was as if I was saying �Oh please! Give me a break!.� Apparently my father was furious that not even a baby took his words of wisdom seriously.

I think this is very telling. Even at that young age, I didn�t pull my punches and I let people know what I thought. I have also had a talent for seeing through bullsh*t all along.