It's not just the mouth. We bathed her again last night, and with her hair squeaky clean, she sprouts a baby faux-hawk. All over her head, her hair sticks up. There's a particular tuft at the front that just won't stay down. It's very cute, but it doesn't exactly cut down the resemblance to Eric as child. It's still slightly damp in this picture; when it dried, it was even springier.
Note the tear tracks running down her face; we had cruelly forced her into clothes. A few moments before, she had been being very snuggly in her towel, looking cute.
This cuteness was simply a screen. Two seconds after this photo, she peed all over Leo's feet, which were bare because before her bath, she managed to spit up so prodigiously that she got his socks.
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