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Now you faithful readers know that we love picture day here in our household.
We start planning six months out for what outfit will be worn.
Okay, I must admit, I am the one who makes all the plans and then begs the boys to wear what I picked.
This year I found some wonderful collared shirts with a medium horizontal line going through the middle.
My less-than-enthusiastic boys made a gag sign with their fingers pointing toward their mouths.
I was not amused.
I was able to talk sons number three and four to wear the shirts but promised they could take them off right after the camera flashed.
Sons number one and two protested, so I gave in. I still made them wear collared shirts but I let the strip go.
The night before picture day, everyone was cleaned, hair cut and looking good.
I could tell that my excitement had started to spill over to everyone. At least that’s what I kept telling myself.
Sons number three and four asked me could they play in the basement for a few minutes before bedtime. I agreed.
Ten minutes later I hear crying and up come both boys, son number four with blood dripping down his face. Apparently, he had busted his lip on son number three’s knee.
I iced it and put him in the bed.
By the next morning, his lip has swollen up like a balloon!!!
“Oh, no, it’s picture day!!” I shouted.
By the time the bus came, I saw three happy boys go to school to get pictures taken and one swollen-lip-faced first grader at my side.
We decided he would stay home with mommy and take retakes next month.
So much for the horizontal stripped shirt, it will be too cold to wear it then.
Oh, well…picture day is overrated.
Thanks for sharing.