It didn't go so well. The approach seemed fine. She even gave him a halfa smile. The photographer urged me on, so I begin to lower her into his lap. She looks at me, terrified. Garret is a distant voice mumbling something to the effect of "babe, don't...she's scared....". I, in my selfish need for a photo of this momentous occasion, propel her forward. She shrieks. And flails. And looks at me in horror. But...we did get a pretty hilarious picture that we can laugh about for years as she gets older. I doubt there's any permanent damage. Gulp.
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