While in Ohio, our friend Katie’s daughter was pinching us and covering us in grass, so my best friend, Tracey, tried to distract her by getting her to touch her nose with her tongue:
This is a feat I’ve never managed to master, so I’m glad Maria couldn’t, either. But she’s a lot cuter trying than I am.
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I can touch my nose with my tongue!
JEALOUS?
I am! My sister can do it, too, which has always left me thinking I’m genetically deformed.
Although I can curl my tongue up on the sides, and she can’t, SO WHO’S THE GENETIC DEFORMITY NOW, JOANIE?!
I can’t do either. Just call me the family dud.
Aww, but you’re left-handed! That’s totally weird. I mean special.
Wicked cute.
Wicked indeed. Did you see the part about the pinching and the grass? It’s so funny that her natural picture-posing face is a mean, scrunchy one, though; she was the first baby I can ever remember actually thinking was cute.
Hmm…
this looks like the sort of thing I would spend an embarrassing amount of time trying. It’ll all be worth it in the end, though!
:)
Somehow, I have a hard time believing you can stretch your tongue just by trying long enough. But I’d never dissuade you from following your dreams!
ahh harrrah hwarww haw lwawha uh haawww whwwahh
*translation*
it’s all about the power of positive thinking.
:)
Isn’t there one where you touch your tongue to your elbow or some such? I can’t do that one either.
I can’t do the one hand over the shoulder, one hand behind the back thing where you hold your own hands, either. I think we need some yoga.
So cute!