Family Pictures Always Begin the Same Way...

We're waiting to have our pictures taken (it's an annual, and sometimes more frequent) family thing. Something having to do with documenation, or some such silliness. Dad does Joni Kabana's website in exchange for family and senior pictures, so that's the dealio. Anyway, on the with the day.
S0, we were waiting to be buzzed in and then, as usual, the critique begins. Keep in mind that I'm the one taking the pictures so in the beginning, Dad and Jessie area talking to me or at least listening to me talk and tolerating having their pictures taken while we doddle outside.

And then Jessie spots something on my shirt. Toothpaste, deoderant... it really doesn't matter. In the end it proves that I am utterly and irrevocably uncool. I've never been or claimed to have much of a cool factor, but the fact that toothpaste winds up in my hair, as a thin layer under my chapstick or smudged on my shirt with alarming frequency definitely does not improve my standing. Aaaannnndddd then I get the looks of dissaproval and "I'm too cool for school" looks from everyone. Maybe I should just stop brushing my teeth or pausing to swipe a layer of deoderant on in the morning. That would DEFINITELY elevate me at least to "rad". Right?