You can see the tears in our poor baby's eyes. It seems so torturous and yet we still do it because we don't want to miss out on capturing this memory. Daddy was sweeter than I would have been. He put her down slowly, letting her cling to him for a few last seconds before completely handing her over to the stranger in red and white. I would have done the drop and run... she'll never remember this anyway. So the photographer took a few quality shots and when all was said and done, we chose not to go with the "face angry with tears" shot. The candy cane seemed to appease her just enough.