The baby had been propped up on the porch swing in her first birthday dress. She scowled at the world, as if deciding to do exactly what she shouldn’t for her photograph. Her mother used the iPhone to take six pictures, but still the baby wouldn’t smile. She looked down at her pink dress and yanked on it. She blew a spit bubble. She kicked off one fringed white sock. She eyed the chains that held up the swing.
The baby snorted inwardly. She loved her mom, but it was highly awkward to pretend to be an infant when in reality she was a thirty-two year old reincarnated circus aerialist who had broken her neck one year ago. Her stage name was Regina Glorina. Now she was known as Baby Wahwah, which was how her slightly older brother pronounced her new name: Wanda.