Why does this seem like every Christmas photo ever done? Too bad it was done with a Polaroid; I miss out on the hi-res detail of Maggie's mouth screaming bloody murder.
As a dad of daughters, I know that manly pride goes right out the window, but still...I try not to have too many embarassing photos of myself. Peter, however, just can't wait to show himself in the most unflattering light.
Well, Peter, congrats go out to you again. Somehow you make the bunny ears work.