Before I started making Clover wear Santa hats and other nonsense at Christmastime, I had babies. Human babies. They feel Clover’s pain each year as they must endure their own in my endeavor to achieve the official Christmas photo.
Though I think it’s Morgan who actually endures most of the pain.
Judging by the look on his face, Ross might be a close second.
He’s thinking about boot camp, wondering if he can volunteer to go back in exchange for his freedom from this photo session. We don’t know what Weston is thinking about, but it looks scary. Morgan is…. Morgan. A cheerful girl! And we don’t know why since everyone just beat on her, but that’s Morgan!
And just when I think all is hopeless, there’s that magic moment when everyone cooperates at once.
And everyone smiles.
And we even coax out Ross’s dimples.
And then everyone is free.
Until next year….
….by which time, they hope to be adopted.