The Family Portrait
"Hey! Hey! Brrrrrrrrrrrrrr! Boo! Boo!"
The babies looked up at me in annoyance, then cast their suspicious eyes upon the photographer.
"Well, I guess we won't use that one," she said.
We'd already been there for too long, taking picture after picture. You stand here, you face her, look lovingly at each other, could you get the babies to cross their legs and hold the umbrellas in their left hands while whistling? Okay, so I made that last one up, but she may as well have been asking that. They're two. They don't really pose on command.
Why we were even there, in the mall department store's tiny portrait studio with a white sheet tossed over a ledge for background, I still don't know.