Tuesday, October 10, 2006

Say cheese!

What I want to know is did the mother of Jonathan Buttall (a.k.a. “Blue Boy”) sit in the wings with a hairbrush while Gainsborough was painting this portrait? Was she at the ready to put any stray hairs back in place and straighten his collar? Was she poised to spit on her thumb and wipe the dried milk residue off the corners of his mouth? I’ll bet she was.

I was wishing I had been there the day they took my son McKay’s school picture last year because that picture now hangs on our kitchen wall, and every morning when I look at it, I have to stifle the urge to poke my finger through the glass and comb his hair.

Now the opportunity to replace the messy-hair portrait is upon us. As we were getting ready to go out the door this morning, I fortunately glanced at the calendar and saw that *eeek* it is school picture day. So I sent McKay in to change his shirt. He chose his favorite one – probably not coincidentally the only shirt he got this year brand new from Target rather than handed down from his older brother or the thrift store. The shirt has stripes and I paused for a moment to debate the whole “you should wear a solid color when posing for a photo” advice rattling around in my brain, but what the heck, at least it’s not his stained soccer T-shirt.

I wet down his hair and combed it to perfection and told him to go wash his face and brush his teeth while I got the baby ready. When McKay emerged from the bathroom, I saw (of course!) a big goober of toothpaste planted on his chest. As I went after the toothpaste with a wet paper towel, I noticed that the shirt was in fact quite wrinkled and the ends of the collar were curling up. I really didn’t want to face wrinkles and a funky collar on my kitchen wall every morning for another year so I suggested a change of clothes. I was met with sad puppy dog eyes. It was, after all, his holy striped shirt. Well okay, I could always iron it. I do own an iron. Somewhere…

So with freshly pressed clothes, McKay grabbed his backpack and put on his jacket and then pulled the hood up over his head. Aaaack, time to fix the hair again. Then I drove him to school and sent him to class while I checked in the office for a picture form because for some strange reason, one hadn’t been sent home with McKay. The secretary kindly handed me a form with the reminder that “Don’t forget – picture day is next week." D'oh!

Well at least I’ll have time to get the rest of the toothpaste out.

6 comments:

The Lazy Organizer said...

That was a great story! I always love a good laugh at someone else's stupidity. I have to spend far too much time laughing at my own. At least you were early instead of late.

scribbit said...

My boys would wear the same clothes every day if I let them. I'm hoping that some time between now and age 19 I'll be able to instill some personal hygiene habits. Sigh.

MommaK said...

Oh gosh. It is so rare for us to get a good school picture...maybe every 3 years or so. It's a gamble ;-)

anaglyph said...

Yeah, see there's yer difference between painting and photography: Painting shows people the way they want themselves to look and photos show people the way they are.

All you have to do is convince your school to switch from school photos to school painted portraiture!

Easier than trying to get your son's hair to stay right for a photo, I'm betting...

Bek said...

in our school we get PTA volunteers who "fix" the kids hair before they get their pictures taken. There is a big box of combs, etc to help. It is the best idea ever!!!

Julie said...

Lara
It is ironic that we were early. This almost never happens!

Michelle
My boys know the rule is that they can't wear the same shirt two days in a row. So they tend to alternate back and forth between two shirts. Never mind whether it's been washed or has just spent the interval crumpled on the floor.

mommak
Thanks for visiting. I figure once every 3 years times 4 kids and we're bound to get a good one eventually

anaglyph
You hit the nail on the head! If only we could hire a painter for the whole thing. Maybe he could fill in the chipped tooth and trampoline scar too.

bek
Now there's a fabulous idea! I'm a little nervous about the community comb repercussions though. Maybe they make disposable combs. Or we could just go with plastic forks...