Perfect Lighting

On Saturday after brunch with some friends, my mom, sister, BabyJack!, and I walked down to the beach and hung out for a while. We were lying down on the blanket when my sister said, "Oooh! I see a hair coming out of your chin--I've got my tweezers!" What followed was comical-slash-sad: my mom and sister were fighting over which hairs were on which side; so if one was on Mom's side, she'd snatch the tweezers out of Nicole's hand and pluck the hair. Apparently, the lighting from the sun was perfect, and they weren't about to let this opportunity pass them by. I, unfortunately, was completely powerless.