We’re 4 days into the holiday and we’re lazily looking at Animal Kindom Lodge – a massive “hut” resort with wild animals running wild in the hotel’s inner courtyard. SharkBoy and SisterInLawSharkBoy are in the giftshop (again) and I’m waiting on a massive leather couch in the lobby with NephewInLawSharkBoy.

I spy from across the room one of Disney’s PhotoPass people taking extremely set up pictures of couples and scanning their retrieval cards for purchase later, online. I get an idea. I tell the Nephew to sit tight, wait for SharkBoy and Sis-In-Law.

I walk up to the photographer. “Is this a FastPass picture?” I ask, completely confusing the reserved ride system with the online photo purchasing system.

“Uh… it’s PhotoPass…?”

“Right! Can I get a picture?”

“By yourself?”

“Yes.” I make a face that says I’m all alone – Waaa Waaaa Waaaaaah! I pose. He shrugs. He takes the shot.

I know that the family will come home at the end of the holiday and punch in the number to the PhotoPass account and ooo and aaa as they click through the pictures we had professionally taken in all the parks and then come across…

…this one.