But C, my sister’s oldest boy, has learned not to resist the camera and he can wrangle the other two for some pictures.
Years ago, when JT and S were babies and C was just over 2, we took them to a photography studio for a picture of the threesome. My mother had to wrangle C to stay in the scene while the babies fussed and ultimately blew a gasket. We never did get a picture of the three of them that summer. 15 years later, they are more indulgent of the lady with the camera.