Sometimes mom is all, "Peep, you look pretty cute, let's take some pictures!" and I'm all, "Mom, I'm always cute, but I don't just model for free. Call my agent."
If mom isn't listening, I'm forced to pull out the big guns - the sideways "I'm ignoring you" eyeroll.
Of course, then I start to feel bad. I mean, mom looks like such a monkey flopping around with her camera begging me to smile.
Inevitably, I give in and smile like a turkey-peep.
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