“My mom loved to get professional photos taken of my siblings and me when we were kids. I hated it. I learned fairly quickly that if I complained or was fussy they would just keep going and ask me to be still or quiet. However, if I behaved perfectly and just made awful facial expressions the photos would end. This little gem is a product of my silent temper tantrums.”
Oh, and btw, this is Meg now.
“Our first family photo with our son Brett and my wife wanted to have Christmas photos taken to send out to the family. I put on a smile, but I have always HATED this photo as we looked like giants in this teeny little sleigh.”
(submitted by Joel)