...and I just want to check that we're all in agreement that I was the greatest child of all time, right? I'm starting to realise that my life is so irredeemably shit now is a natural consequence of being so brilliant so young.

Able to completely shatter a parent's heart in the course of getting dressed:
http://youtu.be/eBHE-aelM1c

F1 commentator extraordinaire:
http://youtu.be/wveS4Q6vbwk

Master joke teller:
http://youtu.be/aQlpSmo5dFI

Ultimate fashion icon:
http://youtu.be/SlUlKPXDUMA

[Because I'm sure that this problem must have been troubling many of you, potentially to the extent of lack of sleep and anxiety, I'm in the process of editing stocking openings of 1991 - 1995 to compensate for the unavoidable absence of a proper thread this Christmas. You're very welcome.]

Please note:

Acceptable replies to this thread include: "Wow, PocketMouse, you were so cool <3", "I'd have kids for sure if I knew they'd turn out like you", "ohhh, how cute", "mini-PocketMouse is the absolute best!" and "vdqwakfhbcskfgvkGYDAFHAKA3$%^&&%$$!!!!!OMGSQUISHY!!!!"

Unacceptable replies include: "Nobody cares" [factually untrue], "This is the neediest thing ever posted on DiS" [potentially factually true, but a bit mean, really, don't you think?], and "fuck off" or any variant thereof [it's morally reprehensible to swear at small children].