Truth to be told, each fall I anxiously await the arrival of my kids’ annual school photos—it’s my guilty pleasure.
There is nothing more amusing than peering through the envelope’s acetate preview window to find a ‘retake’ glaring back, silently screaming for help. I have seen my fair share of horrific phot-ohs, both of me, personally, and my offspring. Naturally, the apple does not fall far from the photo booth. Year after year, school pictures are the gift that keeps on giving—a constipated smile, a rogue snaggletooth, a set of firmly closed eyes, or even an unfortunate Nutella smear around the mouth. Been there, done that.
Last fall, my son’s picture was taken almost immediately after running the timed mile at Saxe.