Oh, my, word... - Shirley Temple Black

This MGM flurry of concern about my body was unnerving. Having always taken my appearance for granted, I felt suddenly misshapen. Even Mother, whose earlier comments had always been good-natured, joined the critical chorus. [...] Stuck with myself, once again I resolved to stay friends with my body.

I stopped believing in Santa Claus when I was six. Mother took me to see him in a department store and he asked for my autograph.

"My Chicken can do a special trick!

"And what is that?"

She can lay an egg!

"And what's so special about THAT?!"

Well, Can YOU lay an egg?"