Easter of 1973. I was 4 years old. Evidence that I am not a morning person and not fit for human consumption first thing. As an adult, I have forced myself to be a morning person. Which means I get myself up at 5:00 am so I can have some alone time (essential to my sanity). My mornings are generally still pretty much the same as in this picture. Grumpy and tired until the coffee kicks in.