My family, wearing the expressions that define us. Josh, the good natured cynic grinning at the whole fiasco. Me, smiling over-largely and silently praying for it to be over. Mom, wishing helplessly that she could just get Justin to take of his hat and pointedly turning away from him to help repress the urge to rip it off his head. Dad, the photo expert, concernedly giving the photographer (my cousin Eric) advice on framing. And Justin, bemused by our family's unerring ability to entertain him, no doubt turning a thousand jokes at our expense over in his head, trying to decide which one to use. Also, relishing the fact that he's wearing his hat.