Apparently when I was just over a year old I pushed the door closed behind my mother (at the time heavily pregnant with my sister), leaving her locked outside the house. Mum tells me she could hear me laughing through the door.

When I started to talk, I would add extra syllables to words. (Nothing's changed... I still like to complicate things!) One day I called out to my parents, "come and look at this little bugger on the window!"