So have you ever thought to yourself, “Well, now, Martha, hasn’t it been an age since we’ve had a nice photo with the kids? And looksie-looksie: we seem to be at that rare moment in time when everyone is clothed and within yodeling distance of a bath! Yes, let’s do.”
Clapping your hands together brightly, you line up the troops, warn them sternly that we actually want a nice photo this time–no “Look how Niblet smeared his quesadilla all over his torso; isn’t that precious?” pictures today. No, this will be one we can show the great-grandparents next time we brave the 85 degree indoor temperatures and go visit them in The Home.
So everyone’s really trying here.
But pretty quickly,
everyone seems to be embracing his/her Inner Eejit. We try to look natural, but somehow we continue to look just as creepily “wrong” as Priscilla Presley’s post-op face.
So whaddya going to do?