My dad recently told me a story worthy of the "Classics" label...
When I was about 3, Dad sat me on a log and tried to take a picture, but I wouldn't stay still while he fussed with his camera. (Oh, no! Is that where Munchkin gets his wiggles?)
Anyway, trying to give me something to do, Dad told me to count to ten backwards. Right before he snapped the picture, I turned around (backwards) on the log and counted, "one, two, three..."
And then she pecked my foot
1 day ago