Tonight, as a treat, Georgia got cupcakes for desert. When she'd eaten enough of one of them to get a stylish Van Dyke of green icing on her face, Allison got out her camera to take a couple of fashion shots.

For reasons surpassing understanding, as soon as Georgia saw the camera was on her, she started flashing what Allison and I can only describe as gang signs. It was like something halfway between Doctor Strange in the midst of some truly arcane hoodoo, and a heavy-metal headbanger rocking out.


There were a number of these poses, and as Allison kept snapping off shots, Georgia would shift from one to another, saying, "What about this one, Dad?" Each involved the tongue stuck out, arms out, fingers splayed.