in harry's backpack yesterday was some pictures. the school has pictures taken twice a year...i guess. and although i didn't purchase any, they sent home a package. harry apparently wasn't too keen on getting his picture taken. i'm sure he fought tooth and nail because i didn't dress him up, or pay for a package. he is like that. i'm sure he was upset. look at his face....
poor kid. i think i see tears in his eyes. i can now see that his hand is probably covering a whole in his jeans. and he just looks orphanish to me. it's not my fault that my kid WON'T dress better for school...right?
i know that they want me to buy more prints of this picture. i don't think i will. i mean, c'mon! what is this little 07-08 in the corner. it took me a minute to even figure out what that meant. i know, i am sleep deprived. but can this look any worse? i'm sure it could. he could have actually been crying. or red faced from crying.
picture day at school when i was a kid, was one shot. and you were lucky if your eyes were open. usually our bangs were as crooked as the picture. when they did a class picture, it was a picture where you lined up, shortest to tallest and stood on the bleachers in the gym. not anymore. now days they just take your picture and line it up with your classmates. i guess that cuts out the risk of some kid grabbing his crotch, or someone looking doofy, or seeing the exasperated look of the teacher. i miss that. somehow it was more real.