She's 9 years old (yesterday).
Luckily, she inherited my good looks...and some English person's teeth, apparently.
This is a much better picture:
She's smart, funny and has somehow inherited my sarcasm. I have no idea how that happened. She's not all that excited about fishing, but she likes to kayak, and she doesn't complain too much when I turn off the crappy pop music and turn on AC/DC. She'll even shoot whatever gun is nearest to her when asked, as long as I'm there to help. I think I'll keep her. Happy Birthday!