The photo shoot, that is.
Not only that, but my children managed to pull the wool over the eyes of the photographer and the two other people there by behaving. All four of them. At the same time. Well, Willa wouldn't smile, but that was the only glitch. Who is SuperMom now?
I got a quick peek at the shots and my children are just plain gorgeous -- and not in the "I'll pretend your babies are pretty so I don't hurt your feelings" kind of way. It is impossible to even notice me in the shots, I am just a fancy piece of furniture wearing a smile. It's just as well, I sort of look like Dwight Schrute's fatter sister, minus the glasses, all pasty and moon-faced.
The organizers asked me if I was excited, I answered honestly, "Yes. About the super-cool opportunity, but not so crazy about the photo shoot." Apparently, that is common among all of the talent involved. Good to know that, like middle school, everyone is scared and insecure.
At least, unlike middle school, I didn't have to have my picture taken with a mouthful of metal. That's a bonus, right?
2 comments:
Sounds like it was a successs! Now when do we get to find out what exactly you're up to...?
What is the photo shoot for?
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