Remember all those adorable little teddy bear onesies and sailor costumes your Mother fell head over heels for? Yeah, you never forget when you were your Mums personal Barbie doll (why didnt you stop this, Dad?). You were such a novelty and you were so cute that your parents just couldnt contain themselves and all that photographic evidence of your humiliation is unlimited ammo for your family for when they meet future friends and partners. Your younger siblings got away with it, because the novelty had worn off by the time they came round and Mum was more interested in catching up on much needed sleep then dress-up. Thank god Facebook wasnt around when you were little.