A week or two ago, the gels all came home with their annual school photographs.
We keep a framed 8×10 picture of each of them in the living room. Yesterday I noticed that while the eldest gel’s portrait from last year had been duly swapped out, the other two remained unchanged.
“Are you going to put the new pics of the gels in those frames?” I asked Mrs. R.
“No,” she said. “I don’t like them. I’ll just leave last year’s for now. Also, I’m not sending these new ones out to relatives.”
Now it’s true that both the younger gels seem to have spent a little time in the mosh pit before getting snapped this year. While they’re both smiling very nicely, their hair brings to mind Medusa on one of her bad mornings.
Nonetheless, it struck me that truth is truth. I pointed out to Mrs. R that her arbitrary selection of pics to ensure the most correct face forward, as it were, reminded me of the old Soviet practice of manipulating Politburo Mayday Parade photos.
“Shut up,” she explained.
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November 10, 2008 at 12:21 am
Sarah G.
I agree with the Mrs. R.
I no longer get the school photo, except for the class photo. The photographers always and I do mean always took the most dreadful pictures of my children. I swear they waited from them to squint/shrug/wiggle before hitting the button.
The team pictures and the ones I take are far superior.