Things didn't quite go as planned. In Eden's defense, it was very hot outside. (We were outside in an attempt to get some natural light.) Nonetheless, she was decidedly uncooperative.
First she refused to smile.
Then she stopped making eye contact.
Then she began gnawing on her fists. I don't know if she was trying to irritate her cameraman or was just feeling nervous.
In the end she was just really ticked off.
We both think this onesie is hilarious, but no one else does. They either don't get it or don't appreciate it . . . maybe both. All we've gotten so far are polite smiles and puzzled looks. I guess that's what happens when you're reformed and go to a pentacostal church.