School Pictures FAIL...Again

This morning, at the breakfast table, things were beginning to ramp up in their usual manner.  Volume was loud, spirits were high and Rice Krispies were flyin'.  In an effort to keep a lid on the situation, so I could finish making lunches, I reminded Ethan (and the room at large) that he had better settle down.  Indeed, there was still the matter of the picture fiasco from the previous day hanging over his head.  Immediately, the older boys fell silent.  They even managed to hang their heads in a show of apparent remorse.  Points for effort gentlemen, but you don't fool me. 

After a moment's pause, Justin lifted his head and said,

"Um, Dad?  Now that Ethan has told you about the pictures, I need to tell you something."

Well, at least let me fasten my seat belt.

"What is it?" I asked tentatively.

"You know how Ethan had his picture taken in his undershirt?" he hinted.

Oh, here we go.  I tried not to roll my eyes.

"I'm aware," I said.

"Well, I sort of forgot too."

Surely you can not have forgotten the same thing.

"Forgot what?" I asked.

"Forgot to put on my sweater," he replied.

Seriously!  What is this, Groundhog Day?  Who am I, Bill Murray?  I swear that the last thing I did before bed last night was have this exact same discussion.  Hold on a second!  I seem to remember Justin insisting on wearing something over his sweater.  You know, something cooler, fashionably speaking.  This confession may not be going in the direction I thought.  Yes, yes, that's it...I'm wrong!  Why not?  It happened once before...it was bound to happen again.  Hooray!

"So, what did you have your picture taken in?" I asked hopefully.

"My undershirt."

Oh, holy buckets!  1, 2, 3, Not it!

- 8 November 2011