A model child

Sue recently took Abby to Loblaws to have her photo taken. She would have also taken Owen, except he still declines to be photographed unless he gets to make a "cat face." So we don't bother.

The photo turned out great, and the young woman at the photo studio liked it so much she said she was going to have a print made to display there. Sue was awfully excited, although we weren't entirely sure whether it was a sales-pitch put-on.

But no. Upon purchasing groceries today, Owen and I spotted Abby's portrait on the counter at the photo desk. Owen was impressed.

We are thinking of simply referring to Abby now by one name, to make her sound more like an exotic supermodel: probably "Abigail" would work better.

Realistically, though, it's hard to see this being the start of a career. Everyone knows models are skinny, and Abigail likes her food. Maybe she can fit into the niche for rubenesque models.

Here's the photo.