3.24.2008

Maybe We'll Try Again Sometime

They looked adorably handsome for church. All pastelly and crisp, like my favorite colors of Cadbury mini eggs. Little ties, the whole bit. Then, just by me saying, "Let's get a picture," they mutated into slumping, squirming, exasperated and exasperating stinks. That is, when they weren't making faces in the mirror that was behind me. What do you do? Think they'll be able to handle stillness and a decent smile in ten years?



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