If you're Canadian you now need a passport to fly to the U.S., which isn't a problem as I've had a passport forever. However, it expires this month, so I need to get it renewed. Usually, this wouldn't be a big deal, but because every Canadian who's never had a passport now needs one, you're looking at a 2-3 hour wait in line at any passport office.
To get around this, I decided to submit mine well in advance. I had a set of photos taken in late January and put them next to the kitchen phone. The following day, they were gone. Frantic, I spent a few hours searching for them, then gave up and went into the city to have another set taken. I put these ones next to our family address book in the kitchen and (you guessed it) two days later they disappeared. Frustrated, I had a third set taken and drove these directly to my lawyer to have them validated before Fedexing the package off to Quebec.
Yesterday, I found the first set of photos on my husband's desk, neatly tucked in with some bills, and as I stood there holding them, my eight-year-old walked up beside me.
"What're those?" he asked, frowning.
"Horrible pictures of mom that make me look like a criminal," I replied. To prove it, I pulled them out and showed him.
He shrugged. "They're not that bad."
"You don't think so?" I said.
Ready for his reply? "No," he said. "They're a lot better
than the other ones I took to school to glue onto my
family history board."