In the vain of public humiliation

I kind of wonder if he was laughing at me as hard way back then as he was last week.  There I was, with a fussy baby begging to be fed, about to nurse on the couch.  My father comes into the room with a stack of Polaroid photos.  He lays them face down on the table in a line and gives me strict instructions to flip them over in order.  The mischievous look on his face let me know that there was something I needed to be suspicious about.  (As my dad has gotten older his mischievous look has just gotten more and more wonderful--it cracks me up.)

After I finished feeding my wee one, I flipped the first one over.  Oh, goodness.  No one warned me at the time about how these pictures would endure.  I was only thinking of the present and not of the future.  If only I had known.  However, I am willing to show you.

The following pictures are from my fifth or sixth grade science project--The Effects of Emotion on the Heart Rate.  I was the test subject, and the series of photographs were the visuals explaining the different emotions.   Doesn't everyone understand what it means to be angry?  Why did I need to take pictures?  I don't know, especially as my "angry" photo doesn't really look too angry.  The only purpose I can come up with now is so that I can share publicly my awesome early 90's outfit.

Then, of course, my dad had me recreate the expressions.  Luckily, no pictures were taken.