My Baby Brother's Baptism

It was time to leave, it was Sunday, my new brother's baptism was going to be after Mass. The baptism went well, then afterwards it was the horrible photo time. I hated it, like I always hate it! The person with the camera would just say, "One more." Then you would hear, "Smile, smile, smile," repeated over and over and over again. Then after a lot of photos, too many to count, we went home at last. When we got home I had to do hard work; it's called playing with your friends.