A drawing of me-as-a-baby with an easter bunny.
It was a present, given to my mother by a student of hers when I was still that small.
She (the student) then recognised me when I was 7 and again at 9, nice to know my face matured from that of a two-year-old.
p.s. I swear, I am smiling in that photo.
p.p.s. I still don't celebrate easter (zombie jesus!) but I enjoy the drawing.