Monday was picture day at V's preschool, and of course we were warned well in advance, but I can't be expected to remember everything. Besides, on Mondays, Shaun gets up with her and takes her to school, so it was 10am before I realized I hadn't sent back the envelope (which clearly states "envelope MUST be filled out completely and payment enclosed in order for the child to be photographed) and check. Luckily, my sister is V's teacher, and just one frantic phone call later and we were set.
Except I had no idea what she was wearing, or if her hair had been brushed or not. And if it hadn't been, I was pretty sure she wouldn't let some stranger with a comb come anywhere near her.
But she did. And the reddish-orange t-shirt doesn't look as bad as I'd feared, either. Suddenly, I feel a bit inconsequential in this whole process.