Gwen had her school pictures taken the other day, and yesterday she brought home the proofs. The pictures are great ... if she is a student at the School for the Criminally Insane Five-Year-Olds.
Yes, there was definitely a Calvin-and-Hobbes-esque quality to these shots. When Adam looked at them, he asked, "Now, did the photographer only take one shot, or is that the best of three?" When Uncle Tom was here on Sunday, he could probably sympathize with that poor photographer, because Gwen hammed it up on every shot.
Adam doesn't think we should buy any of these pictures because he thinks we could take a better picture of her ourselves to distribute amongst the relatives, but I am tempted to go ahead and buy the cheapest set. I'll put them away in a drawer so I can pull them out and embarrass her when she is fifteen. If I can scare off her first boyfriend with them, all the better.
Besides, I know there is no way she'll let us take a better picture than that unless she is asleep.
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