He chose his Monster Truck shirt, of course. Standing among all the other children in Sunday Best, their hair neatly combed (boys) and bowed (girls), the youngest stood out in his long-sleeved t-shirt with flames down the arms and a large Monster Truck on the front, the sleeves rolled up twice because the shirt, a hand-me-down from his older brother, still didn't completely fit. But choose it he did, and fight it I did not.
The photos are gorgeous, the colors in the shirt popping, the smile genuine.
This year, I bought the school pictures happily.
T. Odom Photographics