Mistaken Identity

Two weeks after my one-year-old’s photo shoot, I returned to the studio to view the pictures on a color monitor.

The photographer started describing the merits of each photo, but as he went through the set, he spoke so quickly that I couldn’t get a word in as he pressed home his sales pitch.

Finally, after we’d seen all 20 poses, he asked me which ones I was most interested in.

"None," I replied. "This isn’t my child."