Wednesday was Picture Day at school. We practiced nice picture-day smiles, all of which made Isabelle look like she was suffering from rictus. In the end, I decided that I would leave the directing to the photographer, and hold tightly to the paper promising a money-back guarantee.
When I picked her up, I asked how the picture-taking went.
"GREAT!" she exclaimed. "REALLY GREAT!"
I am very afraid.