The school picture outfit is always an act of negotiation. When she was little, I could pretty much dictate what she would wear. Now she has
opinions. Luckily, this year I was in favor of the first shirt she chose.
She wanted her hair straightened. Fine. But I told her that if she has her hair swooped over one eye in the picture, as she is wont to do, there will be Trouble.
I insisted on earrings. Cause I'm mean that way.
And a smile. This after passing the bathroom and noticing that she was practicing moody, serious faces in the mirror. For $45, I want a smile. Preferably with teeth.
God knows how the school picture will turn out, but I did send her out the door looking presentable. Last year, despite my efforts, I pulled the school picture out of the envelope to discover that she'd stuck a hair elastic on her wrist at the second, and it was featured in the picture. It looked bracelet-ish, so I let it slide. Don't ever tell Bear, but the mere thought of hassling with Picture Re-Take Day is enough for me to let quite a bit slide.
