We spent the day at the Renaissance Festival. My daughter has always been attracted by “bright, shiny objects” so the day was a huge hit – she was sufficiently painted and decorated to consider herself a princess.
As we were leaving the wooded grounds a photographer approached with the request to take her picture. Since she (we) were on sensory overload and past nap-time, I did not consent.
My daughter insisted on the “photo op” – and now a dozen years later I am grateful that she did. I have my “Renaissance Masterpiece”