Last week, Tank went to see Santa Claus and performed admirably. The only catch was that I had "coached" him for several days, talking about how he'd go see Santa, sit on his lap and say, "Cheese!"
Have I mentioned Tank's "Cheese!" face? It's been with us for a year or so now, casting its blinding sunshine across all our family photos. Observe the cheesiness:
I say CHEESE outside
I say CHEESE at Uncle Todd's Cabin
I say CHEESE while watching "Flushed Away"
I say CHEESE when Daddy and I get ice cream
I say CHEESE in a Santa hat
You get the idea.
After the nice mall Santa photographer took extra sets of pictures for us, we gave up and selected a Cheese Face picture for this year's Christmas card. Sometimes, you just gotta go with the flow.
And there you have it, folks.
Your Christmas Cheese.