I do have a major beef, however, with the whole school picture thing: the backgrounds, the poses, the pressure? Terrible. And the ordering process is just plain mean. I was given six pages of pictures in an envelope with directions to return those I didn’t want, along with payment. Personally, I’m happy with one school picture for the album, and maybe a few for the grandparents, if they’re lucky. There are no school pictures lining the halls here and I don’t need fifty copies to stuff in my junk drawers. So, if I don’t think it’s necessary to order all six sheets at seventeen bucks a pop, I need to subject my precious offspring’s image to the evil hand of a shredding machine. That’s crap, and pretty damn sneaky of the photo studio. But, I’m not falling for it. I’ll take my one sheet and be done with it. And, I’ll only feel the slightest bit of guilt.
And now, for your viewing pleasure, Lily’s first class picture, which I think is just the sweetest thing:
And then, the next year, which I pray goes down as the worst school picture she ever takes: I kept it on my fridge for a year just to make me laugh. Is that background even supposed to look real? I’ll take responsibility for the hair and the shirt, I had no idea it was photo day. (Clearly.) I’m not sure why on earth I let her out of the house looking like that, but that’s so not the point. The fact that I was too cheap and annoyed to actually order the damn picture, so the one copy I have has “proof” written all over it? Classy. The highlight, though, is expression on her face. I’ve never seen it, before or after, and it cracks the hell out of me every time. Oh, the pleasure I get at her expense. It’s one of the best parts of parenting.