Times have changed.
My daughter, Claire, is having her senior pictures taken, and I have to admit, although I try to be hands-on when it comes to what is going in our house, I have let my wife handle this one.
I don't even want to know the bill, although I am sure I will hear about it.
All I really know is it will take several hours, more wardrobe changes than a fashion show (which is what this really may be), and I am glad I will not be present.
A few years ago — OK, a lot of years ago — when I had my senior pictures taken, life was simpler.
I wore a suit, the photographer made me feel uncomfortable by having me tilt my head this way and that and smile on demand, and it was less time consuming and costly than this will be.
I know it took longer than I wanted it to, but I bet I was done in 30 minutes. It will take my daughter 30 minutes to decide which outfit to try first.
My wife and daughter went to an open house at the photographer's studio.
There was no open house when I had my pictures taken. An appointment was made, I showed up, the photographer was there, and that was it.
The girls in the family came back from this open house with lots of great ideas for pictures, I'm told. All I heard was cha-ching.
I cannot even imagine the number of ideas and settings and clothes it takes to have pictures taken these days.
I know when it comes to my son having his pictures taken, it will come down to him and a baseball bat. Anything more than that will be at his mother's urging.
My daughter told me the other night, and I almost drove off the road when I heard this, that she had to go to a friend's house to try on jeans she may borrow for the photo shoot.
Try on jeans to borrow for senior pictures?
As often as I think about that sentence, it still amazes me.
This is a girl who has jeans. You know, the very expensive kind with holes all over them.
Here's how old I am: When I got holes in my jeans, either my mom patched them, they got used for rags or they were thrown out.
Now my daughter pays extra to buy jeans the manufacturer put holes in in the name of fashion.
Besides the jeans Claire is borrowing, I have no idea how many wardrobe changes there will be or how long this shoot will last. I only know I will not be there, and that is good.
The odd thing about senior pictures is I do not remember ever meeting anyone who years later liked how they looked in the pictures. It has nothing to do with how they are taken or who takes them. It is all about the passage of time.
I do not care to look at mine and what passed for a hairstyle back in the '70s.
I know my wife does not like hers. Most people, years later, find them dated and out of style.
How else can they be? I know we are always harder on ourselves and how we look, but people change over the years, especially after the teen years.
I don't mind looking at other people's senior pictures. In fact, some are worth a good laugh. Still, others remind people of how good they looked back in the day and how they have changed since then. Time catches up on all of us.
I am sure I will love Claire's pictures, and I hope she does, too. I'm sure the borrowed jeans will make all the difference.
Patrick Murphy, of Columbus, Neb., is the former assistant managing editor of The Telegram.