Yall know I don’t buy the park picture. Twenty five dollars for a photo I could take myself? Aht aht. I been saying that for years.
I bought the park picture.
Look at it. Look at it and tell me I was wrong. All of us under the sign, the whole crew, the fountain behind us and every single face doing something different. Thats why I paid. You cant get all of them looking at the camera at the same time, so you pay a stranger to try and even he couldnt do it and thats what make it perfect.
Left to right cause yall gone ask. The baby on my hip already done with the day and it was 11 in the morning. Me in the pink pants that I will defend to my grave. Big girl in the glasses and the pink shorts trying to look calm. The one in the red throwing up the peace signs cause she cannot take a picture without her hands doing something. Lil man in the front with the pink skirt and the one finger up like she got a point to make. My son in the white tank looking exactly like his daddy next to him, same face, same stance, same “hurry up” energy. And Jimmy in the red trunks holding everybody together on that end.
We rode everything the tall ones could ride and the lil ones waited with me and a funnel cake. Somebody cried. Somebody lost a shoe in the wave pool, found it, lost it again. Somebody fell asleep in the stroller and got carried to the car like luggage.
Thats it. Thats the memory. I aint gone dress it up. Best twenty five dollars I spent all summer.
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