I must be the worst Mommy in the world. My crime? I take pictures of my daughter.
And. SHE. HATES. IT!!!!!!!!!!!
This week, after arriving back in Houston, I decided to take pictures of the Little Lady in her new outfits, in order to share her cuteness with her grandparents.
How DARE I subject my daughter to such a stressful afternoon? Unbelievable.
Things started innocently enough with the first outfit. She loved the soft jacket and the hair bows. All was still right with the world.
With the next outfit, however, things began to change. Hair bows were no longer cool. This should have been a sign — I should have realized the inevitable outcome.
The Little Rat is smart, and she played her next move very coolly — passively pretending that she was on board with the photo-shoot. Oh, she’s good!
Then all HECK broke loose!!!! Clothing was no longer cute, nothing was cool (except belly buttons), and there was nothing that would make her smile. She was winning, but I was determined to finish what I’d started. Silly Mommy.
In a desperate attempt, she tried to get away. Her only mistake? Forgetting that I’m as tall as the average British Male, which is definitely taller and more powerful than she is.
The last outfit. And, it was not a cute moment. Sigh. I tried.
