I asked for a smile, and I got this:
I was like, "James, come look at this picture. Does that smile look pretty?"
"No" he said, shaking his big, puffy head. "Es an upside up smiyo." (translation: No. It's an upside up smile.)
"Then why did you smile like that, buddy?"
"Ummmm... To make my moyee fewo cwazy?" (translation: To make my mommy feel crazy?)
Well, once he put it that way, the smile didn't bother me quite so much. After all, I still smile like that every time my mother tries to take my picture. Seriously, I do. You should have heard the lecture I earned before my sister's wedding--it was major. And since the wedding photographer cost almost eleventeen-thousand dollars an hour, I only smiled like that in seven or eight of the family shots.
But my cousin's wedding? Now that was another story. My aunt understands that I'm a grown woman, expected more of me, and spared me the drawn out lecture. So, in appreciation for her kindness, I provided my signature smile in almost every single shot. It was really awesome.