"OK, on a count of three, when he hits the button make a silly face," Mom said, as we stood on the Pelham El's train platform on our way to Freedomland in the Bronx.
After Dad took the picture, he gave the three of us the silent treatment for an hour, while we walked around the amusement park with Dad moping.
If Dad took an embarrassing picture of Mom, she'd bide her time, and include Rory and me on the revenge scheme, or she'd just put her finger up her nose when Dad said, "Patty, smile!"
Dad hated when Mom ruined his perfect shot.
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