Yesterday evening, I helped with spring soccer pictures. One problem with outdoor pictures is, well, the outdoors. If there is rain, the shoot is, obviously, canceled, but wind? The wind is our enemy. It blows order forms away, forcing the person who is collecting orders to run across fields like an idiot, chasing after them. Sometimes, it's a bitter, cold wind, which causes the little kids to cry when they have to take off their coats for the photo. Of course, sometimes, there isn't a breath of air stirring, it's 90 degrees, and we're in the hot sun for hours, taking softball or Little League pictures. But it's always a good time.
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At yesterday's shoot, I was the one who posed the kids for their pictures. It was windy. VERY windy. And overcast. And a little chilly. Then the sun would peek out, and I would have to try to hold a round reflector, about 3 feet across, to keep the sun out of the child's eyes while simultaneously trying to keep the wind from lifting me off the ground like I was the Flying Nun. With a girl player, I had the added complication of trying to prevent her hair from blowing across her face while simultaneously holding the reflector, keeping her in the correct pose and not letting myself be blown away like the Flying Nun.
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Our first indicator that it was going to be quite a night was when we arrived at the soccer field and a child was screaming at the top of his lungs in the parking lot. Sure enough, he was one of the little soccer players from one of the 3 year old teams, and he wanted no part of getting his picture taken. Neither did one of his other teammates. Nor did two or three other boys from the other 3 year old teams. For a solid hour, there was constant crying from anywhere from one to five kids, none of them wanting their picture taken, all of them clinging to their mom or dad like little monkeys, and all of them winning the war of wills, in spite of the cajoling and/or threats offered up by the parents. (Not only did they refuse to get an individual picture taken, they also screamed and howled and didn't join the team picture as well.) "Challenging" hardly covers it.
The last couple of teams were a little bit older kids, 9 and 10 years old, and they were a blessed relief. As if in answer to a prayer, the wind died down, the sun broke through the cloud cover, casting a glowing, golden light on the players as they posed for their pictures, and, most importantly, no one cried. We were on one of our very last individual pictures, the boy was posed and ready, and the photographer was ready to snap the picture when she saw that he was chewing gum (I might have missed that when I was posing him...). She asked him not to chew while she took the picture and started again to snap it when, laughing, she turned to me and said, "I can still see the gum in his mouth."
So I took one for the team (the photography team, that is), held my hand out, and let him spit his gum into my hand. The photographer's mouth dropped open, but she quickly took his picture. The boy then plucked the wad of gum out of the palm of my hand, popped it back into his mouth, and ran off to play soccer.
The photographer looked at me and said, "I don't pay you enough for that."
I'm not worried. The super king-sized cold bug that I have going on right now will beat up anything that kid had to dish out via that piece of gum in my hand. Who's germy NOW?