When you were a kid do you remember that scowl across the elementary school portrait photographer's face? It wasn't until years later when I became a parent that I understood why the photographer's face was permanently wrinkled in worry. My brow furrowed, too, when I tried to snap a perfect portrait of my sons. This is what I got:
Wanting to give my traditional parents a proper drawing of their grandchildren, I alternated my sons' shenanigans and drew them a bit more straightforward.
Fast forward thirty years, and once again, as I tried my best to capture the charming smiles of my own grand kids, I felt, once again, like that school portrait photographer who begged for the perfect pose, saying: "Just one, more, ... just one, more."