So at my preschool in Dacca (now Dhaka), Bangladesh, we acted out the nativity scene.
I don't know if you can tell from this picture, but I was Mary. A very reluctant, bitter Mary. Enlarge to fully appreciate the pout on my face. And the glasses.
Because, you see, being Mary meant I had to wear my pajamas as my costume. And an afghan that my grandmother had crocheted. I felt I might as well still be in bed. In front of the whole school.
When the teacher assigned roles, I cried and cried. I went home 54 kinds of upset.
"Why, Mama, why? Why do I have to be stinky old Mary?"
"Sweetheart, Mary is not stinky. She's a very important character. She's the mother of Jesus."
"Why can't I be something interesting? Like an aaaaaangel? Or an elf? It's not fair! They get the best costumes."
And so I sat there pouting, just like you see in this picture. For. The. Entire. Play.
I look at this as proof that our personalities, they solidify really early in life.