He had the smile down, it looked good, very natural. He is a cute kid so how tough would it be to get a good picture. My husband and I dropped him off and said good luck. Then on the way home we wagered bets as to what would come out of the camera.
My husband had a hilarious story of a kid he taught that gave him a photo and, I am not lying, the kid was roaring. His hands up in full lion attack mode. As I wiped the tears away I started to think, maybe that is the photo I want. A photo where my son lets it all go, where he is himself, totally and unabashedly. A photo that will make everyone we give one to smile despite the kind of day they are having.
So I secretly hoped that when the camera man said smile my son pulled out his best “shrek” and stuck his tongue out, or crossed his eyes. This is what I got…
I have to say I am ok with it!
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