Last year, on the date of prom, Younger had a math contest in a town about two hours from our home. So, I barely skidded into the driveway before Elder was stalking from the house to his car still struggling with the fit of his rented tuxedo.
I got exactly two pictures.
One with his head thrown back in utter exasperation with his mother.
And one with his head hanging towards his chest in utter exasperation with his mother.
It’s a matching set.
But the other day, with the help of my sister-in-law, I filched from another mother’s Facebook page a few pictures taken of Elder’s group of friends. In all four snapshots, his chin was level, his eyes were not rolling around his head, and his smile even stretched towards his cheeks.
Apparently, the whole head-lolling thing isn’t actually an allergic reaction to a camera.
Which means the only person medication is going to help is me.