Her perfectly round, perfectly bald head was a great source of wonder and comment amongst the friends and neighbours. One couple, who were not fond of children, told us that she was the only child they had ever allowed in their house, because she was cool and because she had the roundest head they had ever seen. Fortunately the pumpkin eventually morphed into a normal shape, or the OFKAR could very well have spent her life being mistaken for Karl Pilkington.
Fortunately her mother quickly learned to make much cooler birthday cakes. Losing the eighties hair took considerably longer. Ditto for her dad's seventies porn stache.
Always a water-baby. Even for naps.
Checking out Oma and Opa's stereo, perfecting the judgmental look of a future East Van bike hipster.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, OFKAR!