Picture Time!

So somebody says, “While we have all of the grandchildren here and Gramma, let’s take a picture.”

Good luck. The oldest granddaughter runs and puts on her dress and stands in front of the backdrop. She WANTS to have her picture taken. SIL puts nice clothes on the oldest grandson, which he objects to continuously.

Nice clothes are put on the youngest grandson. He doesn’t mind the clothes, he just doesn’t want to be pictured with these other wierdos.

Youngest granddaughter would rather eat corn chips and play. Gramma’s okay, but sitting here is a pain.

Whose bright idea was this anyway?

As I watched these antics with the various moms and dads scolding, pleading, cajoling their children to sit and smile and play nice, I was reminded of the saying I heard somewhere.

All day long, I herd cats.
Once, one got away.