We are all aware that photogenicness is not among our family's talents. There is, unfortunately, a great deal of documentation on the subject.
It's getting to the point where I suspect a conspiracy. Some sort of telepathic communication is going on to screw up every perfect moment I attempt to capture.
Like this one. They were being so cute together at a local small town parade. So I grabbed the camera. Fast. In a [futile] effort to catch it.
Grace: Oh, she pulled out the camera. It was inevitable, I guess. What should we do this time?
Claire: I don't know, but look. She thinks she might actually get some good stuff out of us this time. Silly mommy.
Grace: Oh, hey! I could pretend to have no arms.
Claire: Brilliant! We haven't done that one before.
Grace: Don't forget to do the eye roll/half open eyelids thing.
Claire: Oh yeah. Our old standby. Nailed it.
Grace: Oh, that's a good one. What are you doing?
Grace: Signing what?
Claire: Oh, I don't know. Cat. Coat. Cold. Doesn't really matter as long as I'm not smiling, right?
Grace: I don't know. Mom is sort of sabotaging herself this time. I mean, look at the photo composition. Not her finest work on the background there.
Grace: Do we have to? I'm having fun here!
Grace: Oh, okay. Here it is.
Claire: Poor mom. She tries so hard.
Grace: Nah, she loves it.