PAPA: Rosalind, please come outside and help me with my camera.
ROSALIND: You don’t make any sense. You’re beginning to sound like Eleanor.
OLIVER: Have mercy.
PAPA: [Patiently explains how he can’t just take a selfie himself because he needs to get his shorts, beard, and sunburn all in the same picture]
ROSALIND: Eleanor is always taking pictures for no reason, too.
This was the first time in twenty years the Xmas beard lasted long enough to be worn with shorts. A major family milestone, worthy of being preserved for posterity.
However, every picture Rosalind took was useless – they all had Papa’s eyes shut, his mouth open, or both. So we had to wait until Eleanor got home from volleyball practice for a do-over.