That’s an awfully pretty Santa hat, Eirinn. Do you think you could put it on and maybe take a picture or two with your sister?
Oh, Eirinn. You are so cute and photogenic. You certainly don’t get that from your mother who, just today, was caught on camera with a fork in her mouth. Where’s your sister?
Alright. Now your just showing off. We get it. You’re super cute and based on cuteness alone Santa will bring you everything you put on your list except the cat with a vet set because Santa didn’t know you wanted that until after he was done shopping and he doesn’t really know what that is anyway. Seriously, where is your sister? I’m pretty sure she’s cute, too. She should try being in a couple of these pictures.
Yes, yes. You’re a silly billy goat. I get it. Wait! Is that an arm? Is it Avery’s arm? Get her over here!
Ow, that looks painful, Ave. Is it the flash? Is it burning your retinas? Is it my softly padded arm? Is it slicing your back skin? The well-cushioned carpet is bruising your bum?
There you go, Avery! Good job! I mean, I can totally tell you’re saying “cheeeese”, but you’re looking at the camera and your smeyezing, which is almost as good as smiling. Good jo…wait a minute. Eiriiiin….
Oh, that’s just about perfect except the small detail of AVERY CAN YOU LOOK AT THE G.D. CAMERA WHEN YOU SMILE, FOR THE LOVE OF EVERYTHING HOLY! STOP LOOKING AT ME WITH YOUR ADORABLE SMILE AND LOOK AT YOUR FATHER – THE ONE WITH THE CAMERA!
Ok, which one of you is pooping and which one is crazy? Neither? ‘CAUSE IT SURE DOES LOOK LIKE IT.
Thanks a lot, flash. You irony-loving bastard. I bumped up the brightness on this shot and it was honestly the only one with both smiling, facing the camera. Bloody hell.
I give up. Pretend both their expressions are like Eirinn’s.
Merry effing Christmas.