The Piker

When you ask an 8 month old to be an "honorary flowergirl", you have to expect that she's not going to
a) know why the hell she's getting dressed up
b) understand that it's not terribly FCUK of her to accessorise with a pink dummy
c) care about staying awake during just the most important day in your life to date
d) have the good grace to actually stay present and accounted for during the ceremony at all, in fact.

And when Mummy has to drive you around in your chariot of choice to catch some shut eye (the 3-wheel buggy with the mostest room to guarantee an itchy-scratchy flowergirl dress nap), you might as well go out in style with one last flash of your divine blue oceans into the lens.