Poor Ivy. We were sailing along so nicely with her posing away and smiling sweetly until the boys decided to join us, kitted out in my long retired hair pieces. Ivy took one look and that was it, tears and squeals all round. Of course the boys thought it was a hoot – you can see Mason’s gesture whilst he asked “Hey, what is the problem?” while she became more hysterical. So that was that. Session complete. (Of course I had to quickly snap before coming to her rescue) :p
On a side note, it always reminds me just how suburban my life has become when I see my children playing mosters with my hair pieces. “Back in the day” I loved those things, always made me feel glamorous. Now they’re just a prop used to scare babies. Sigh.
