That One Chick #12
Whenever there was an event–Easter, Christmas, Birthdays–any occasion that warranted a new fluffy dress, it always turned into a reason for my mom to get out the family camera and start posing the kids. Most of the time we didn’t mind but the one problem that we had was that when some kids–me, for instance–have a camera pointed at them they make some kind of…face…
maybe not intentionally, but still.
In response to the silly face, my mom would, say, “Now Launi, don’t be silly. Smile the right way.”
Which would, of course, embarrass me and I’d completely lose the ability to behave myself. Completely.
I could no longer smile–silly or otherwise–and all that would be left this ridiculous pout.
It apparently began when I was pretty darn young—
and went on for years.
Luckily, my mom finally figured out that it was best not to give any posing instructions at all.
Just point the camera, cross your fingers, and shoot.
What a relief…
that I don’t have that problem anymore.