I’ve learned to never pin my hopes on a good back to school picture. It doesn’t work that way. When I say, “Hold up the sign so mama can take a picture!”
I know I am going to follow up with, “Okay, not quite so high.”
Or, “A little bit higher.”
And I might as well say “Look at the ground,” instead of “Look right in the middle of mama’s camera,” because children do opposite of all Earthly things!
Then again, maybe I shouldn’t talk. Because even though I know to always tuck and suck to avoid the many chins, I almost always toss my head back. And even though I know to smile with a soft, downward tilt to detract attention from the crow’s feet, there you’ll find me, lips pulled back to my ears like a chimp performing for coins at a depression-era traveling circus.
Second verse, same as the first.