My third grade school picture is really bad. Not in that way where I'm still cute but it was an awkward moment. As in, that way where you question whether my parents displayed the photo in their home, or kept my second grade photo up for two years. (They did the latter, as I recall.)
They do "school pictures" at Jack's daycare, which I find funny. Not because I don't consider it a school, because I do and it is. But because, well...they're still babies. I mean -- Jack's a toddler, yes. He is no longer an infant. But he's still at the age where it's acceptable to count his age in months. And he doesn't have extracurricular activities, unless he's the president of some Yo Gabba Gabba club or Pooping Your Pants club that I don't know about.
Anyway, here are the proofs:
|Who are you and why are you taking my picture?|
|Are you sure I should be sitting in these fake leaves?|
|Is this cute enough to make you stop?|
I'm pretty sure I am going to purchase a few prints of that last one. I mean, the one in which he looks like an (almost ginger, by the way) Irish hooligan whose soccer team just lost the game.
Does that mean they're all headed down the pub for sippies of milk?
I bet it does,