We got Q's preschool pictures back and just about fell over laughing. The first photo showed him looking merely sad. Each subsequent image pictured a progressively unhappier child, so tolerant of these adult whims. The last shot, the dramatic finish, portrayed a noble, suffering child, with one perfect tear on his cheek. Such pathos.
SwingDaddy and I called Q over to look at them. "Dude! What's up with this?"
He just jumped up and down and giggled, saying, "Cry!"
Little drama king.
His teacher said that there was at least one child who wouldn't let the photographer take any pictures at all, so I guess we were lucky to find one neutral shot among the tragic ones. We ordered a few copies of the one print. I'm a veritable gold mine for any photographer who gets good images, so I'll wish him luck for the spring preschool shoot.
*Do you remember the Iron Eyes Cody advertising campaign from the 1970's? It showed an actor portraying a Native American surveying the polluted landscape, with one tear rolling down his face.
Without further ado, we have Rebel Without a Pacifier.
Are we done yet?
And Iron Eyes Q