Say Cheese!

Or Not.

Remember picture day?
For me, it was a day when my Mother dictated what I wore (usually an ugly dress), she dictated how my hair looked (usually so tight my eyes squinted, or, down with a braid down ONE side making me look lopsided) and she dictated how I was supposed to smile. (Show your teeth!). And as I got older, it was inevitable that a big pimple would erupt, the night before.
I hated being lined up, waiting my turn. Having the strange lady comb my bangs right before I got there, the fak-ey smily photographer who was probably bored out of his skull, having snapped pictures of countless dozens of kids before me.
Then, some six weeks later. Result.
There you are, looking like a dork. Because the strange lady made your bangs look sideways, smiling and showing my teeth makes you look like you are growling at someone, and that bored photographer just WAITED for you to blink.
Right?

School pictures have come a long way.
MG brought home the flier this week, for pictures.
They get to choose backgrounds, now. (Just solid colored ones, but still.)
They can have their names embossed onto the pictures.
They can get paper pictures, AND a CD with the pictures, as well.
They also get the options of having them touched up.

The way I see it, is these kids should come out of picture day looking like a super model. We should be able to turn MG into a million dollar an hour cover girl, at the very least, right?