I've graduated

All of those evenings spent trying to teach daddy the coagulation cascade, brachial plexus anatomy and pharmacokinetics finally paid off (that, and me babbling the answers into his earphone during the boards). In this shot I finally get some of the credit I deserve.

Now it's time for daddy to get to work so that he can buy me and mommy more shoes...

Salon Perfect

I get lots of mail about my hair and just how I do it. Tricks of the trade, tricks of the trade. I have assembled a team of consultants who calculate exactly how many times I need to rub the back of my head against the bottom of the crib to maintain a smooth, shiny occiput. Another group of researchers are running data on the optimal mixture of banana and saliva to pomade my combover. For those who claim, "The-short-on-the-sides,-sparse-on-top,-bald-on-the-back, and-Adolf Hitler-in-front-look will never catch on..." Don't hate me because I'm beautiful.

AirBean

Despite my tender years (months), I have become quite the seasoned traveler. Here's me on my 4th round trip flight (shortly before mommy put me back in the overhead compartment). You may ask, "Scarlett, what's your secret?"
Frankly, I don't see what the big deal is. Those little bottles of Jack Daniels are perfectly sized for me.

Swimsuit issue

Most of you are aware that I have sweet skills on terra firma. But few realize the existence of my alter ego: Aquabean! That's right. Donning the little ensemble pictured at left I can splash and wallow in the shallows of the mangrove like a rabid manatee! This allows me to fight crime and save the earth from imminent destruction. A short 20 minutes later I transform into an equally formidable superhero called PruneBaby...