J: So are you up for some family photos?
D: I guess. My hair is long and unruly.
J: My hair is out of control, too. And I’m growing a beard. And I think I’m just gonna let them both grow, just to be a spiteful bastard. Not that anyone will really care, but I have to act out in small ways sometimes.
D: I guess we could also go in worn and dirty clothes.
J: I’m just happy that Mom hasn’t (yet) come up with a color scheme. Don’t mind me. I’m kind of in a snotty mood lately. Dad has really been getting on my nerves, and I don’t really feel like spending time with him on the weekend.
D: I’m awearin’ a dreyas.
J: I think you should!
D: Gingham!
J: Maybe Kate can find time to give you extra-long eyelash extensions, too.
D: With anothin’ unerneeath.
J: Um, just keep that part to yourself, and everything will be fine.
D: But ay wannit in the picher . . . fer postirior sake.
J: But I have to edit the picture. So, unless you want to end up looking like a Ken doll, I’d suggest keeping it under gingham.