The Fab Four!

My dad gave my mom a Christmas present in which, the family would go to a professional
photographer and get family pictures. The first time we went to see them, we took the subway
to the path and then we took the light-rail train to Hoboken. The studio looked like an
apartment to me. Of course, there were no beds and other furniture, but the layout seemed like
it could become an apartment if they got the right furniture. We met the photographer and his wife. The photographer seemed to be a very nice, relaxing guy. We talked about what we would use the pictures for, what type of pictures we wanted, what we should wear, all that boring stuff. By the time the adults were finished talking, I was ready to start posing! As we were preparing to leave, the photographer offered to take us to a nice restaurant for lunch. He let us ride in his little car. The car was really small and bright orange convertible! I had never seen a car like that. He dropped us off at the restaurant and also told us that we could take the ferry home! After having lunch, we went to the ferry and got on and sailed back to Manhattan.
The next time we went to the photographer, we brought our dog with us, Miss Murray. Of course, we didn't take the train. We rented a car instead. Once we arrived, mom and I put on
the littlest make-up and got ourselves dressed. Mom wore a white denim jacket, a green skirt,
and a white top. I wore a shirt with a star on it and some pink pants. Dad wore khaki slacks and a blue shirt.
Our dog, Miss Murray, was frantic. Mom probably already wrote all about her but just in case,
let me tell you that she was born in Oklahoma and raised on a farm. She was not socialized and
wasn't used to different people. It was hard to get Miss Murray still so that the photographer could take pictures of her and the family. The photographer was very flexible and funny. He would make noises to attract Miss Murray's attention. Usually his little tricks would work. It was like he could speak dog! We posed in many different ways. Mom always says that there was no camera I didn't like and she may have been right. I did many different things. I jumped up in the air, ran toward the camera, did twirls in the air, and many other things.
The wife was the business women. She worked out what we were buying, what size, what type of material we were going to use, the costs, all those type of things. The photographer had already narrowed it down to about twenty pictures that he thought were the best. In the end, we chose a picture of me jumping in the air, a picture of my mom and Miss Murray, and the picture you see above.