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Parenthood

“My mother caught us unaware as we had just sat down after returning from the hospital.  This picture vividly illustrates that no matter the amount of lamaze classes, you will not be prepared for reality.”

(submitted by Ben)

What Happens In Vegas

“This is a photo of my mother in Vegas last year for my cousin’s 21st birthday. It looks like my mom is the one who got the presents.”

(submitted by Jamie)

Prom

We would recommend that this young man is punctual.

(submitted by Deanna)

Oh Shirt

“I can’t remember the holiday, but my grandparents gave me a shirt & my sister money!!!??? You can see my enthusiasm!”

(submitted by Leah)

Recreating the Awkwardness

(submitted by Kelly)

Freeze Frame

Question is… how did the baby make it to the top of the pile?

(submitted by Leah)

The Edge Of Glory

Always keep your eye on the baby.

(submitted by Ann)

It’s My Party

She had a great time… or so she was told.

(submitted by J Clay)

Recreating The Awkwardness

(submitted by Andrew)

Soap In Your Eyes

“I am about eleven in this picture. I had just finished washing my mother’s car and was walking back to the house to go inside to pour out the water. On my way inside, I tripped and the soapy water sloshed up and into my face. For some reason, this was a catastrophe. I was also, for some reason, convinced that if I opened my eyes, the soap would get into them and blind me. I distinctly recall arguing with my father (who always had his camera at hand and saw this as a golden moment to capture) that I would, indeed, lose my eyesight, even though he kept saying I wouldn’t. At this point, I was crushed that nobody would believe me, nobody had the heart to comfort me, and nobody had the care to hand me a towel (I think I ended up using the sleeve of my sweater).

I’d like to say that’s just soapy water dripping off my chin, but with the amount of blubbering going on, it’s quite likely it’s a mixture of both soapy water and drool. And yes, if you’re wondering, this moment still comes up in conversations with my father. (My mother says there are too many similar ones for her to recall.)”

(submitted by Heather)