Until it was actually time to take the pictures.
That was the moment that Hurricane decided he didn't like pictures, he didn't like clothes and who the hell invented shoes because he'd very much like to beat them with his shoes. And pictures? Really? He stuck his butt in the air, his head to the ground and screamed.
And then he screamed some more.
So I did the only rational thing.
I bribed him with M&M's.
I felt bad for Bre since she had to sit there and just smile no matter what Hurricane did.