Do I look like a terrorist? I mean, just look at that picture of me. But it turns out I can't leave the country without a passport. (Shouldn't you have to be able to walk before you can pose a threat? I can crawl pretty fast, but still...).
And trying to get a passport was enough to make me wail. First the woman at the passport office said she would "prefer" if I got my little 2x2 picture taken elsewhere. (We said we'd prefer that she do her job.) I didn't even cry during the shoot. Then, although we'd called with questions in advance, the form we filled out was rejected because the parental signature is supposed to be notarized. I didn't even know what that meant. The form says nothing about being notarized. The woman didn't even know where the notary stamp should go. So that means another visit. I have better things to do, like devouring books (literally). Is this why people hate dealing with government bureaucracy? Looks like I'm getting the lesson at a very young age.