Don’t you love family legends? The one about me:
Are you old enough to remember those awful silly scarves of minks (complete with heads supplied with little glass eyes) biting the tails of the minks ahead of them in the circular scarf?
Well, when I was three, I petted the head of one of those poor dead minks adorning my snooty great aunt at her ostentatious annual Christmas party, while exclaiming “Nice doggie! Nice doggie!”
The mayor’s wife, seated next to said snooty aunt (whom she dearly wanted to impress), was unable to stifle her laughter. Auntie was mortified and never quite forgave me. This tale is still told among surviving family every Christmas after all these decades. I’ll never live it down.
At least I’m not remembered for my finger painting. There’s that.