Not What You Want to Hear

So we've been taking the Wonton to have his picture made once a month at one of those places in the mall where people take their children to have their pictures made. You go, you wait, they take the pictures, you kill an hour while they develop your pix and then you buy what you want.

We're sitting in there a couple weeks ago waiting for our turn to roll around when a mom and a daughter come in to see how they've done. The girl looked to be around four or five; the mom was older. They walked in and the employee who'd been working with them looked at the little girl and at the recently developed photos in her own hand and said, "This cannot be you; this is beautiful!"