Smile

Today is picture day at school for Dear Daughter #2. Which, in a nutshell, meant last night was spent laying out the perfect outfit and deciding how she would wear her hair to commemorate her eighth grade year. She made good choices as she looked darling when she went off for the bus, but I couldn’t help chuckling at her predicted blow-by-blow of how the photo session would go:

“By the time girls are in eighth grade, they know their best angle. But do they get to use it? No. The photographer j...