Last Saturday was the first snowfall here. I dressed Olivia in her gear, grabbed the camera, and took her outside. I started snapping away as she drug her feet through the snow and looked around at our newly whitened neighborhood. I told her a few times to look at me and smile. I got some super cute shots of her, and I told her the story about taking her out for the first snowfall last year when she automatically stuck out her tongue to catch snowflakes.
"Look at me and smile, Pie!" I said as I captured a shot. I checked it in the screen to see the digital image. "Okay, smile again!" I told her.

And then, sounding heartbreakingly like a self-conscious teenager, she asked, "Was it a bad picture?"