I loathe Wal-Mart
Any parent knows that not only do they fall to the back burner of their own parents' attention, but that they must also submit to their grand-parental demands. They raised you, fed you and gave you everything that pee-wee sport league required, so you have to give them visiting hours with the baby. It's the law. And under this category falls the obligatory posed kid portraits. The hours of tortured hell known as "the portrait studio" is a time honored tradition that gets passed down through the generations to each new young couple with children under the age of ten. Picture day was Sunday, and believe me when I say that I had put it off for as long as I possibly could have. However, a year had gone by and the grandparents were starting to be not so subtle anymore.
"Where's my pictures? Your cousin has had their son's picture taken three times already. It's been a year, now pony up."
So to Wal-Mart we went because they are the cheapest. While Wal-Mart may be quite respectable in many other towns, ours seems to be lacking in so many ways. Customer service is non-existant, and all of the angry rednecks seem to flock to Wal-Mart on Sundays. Oh, how I hate Wal-Mart. If only Target had a portrait studio.
To all you faithful grandparents reading, have no fear. The pictures are due back in two weeks. I promise Ava is as cute as ever and there is more than enough wallet size to go around!