My passport

Papa and Mama are planning a little holiday in Switzerland. There is a lot to organise. First of all, we need to make my passport photo, so that I can be written in their passports.

The passporters are very strict: I may not smile on the photo and I have to look straight into the camera. My Papa takes me to the photographers. They have a stool that I need to sit on: and I can only just hold my head up!! But my Papa holds me with his strong hands and I make sure I don't smile.
Do you like my picture? I am all crumpled and my left face is different from my right face!

With this photo we go to the city hall. We have to show up all three together. The lady checks my photo very carefully and compares it to me. After that she puts the OK stamp on. Well, that is taken care off, phuuh.

Tomorrow we leave for about a week. I won't be blogging!!