The Full Fabulous Fight of Frivolous Fiendish Finnish Friends in France

Starting from the far left:
Austin (9), Laura (11), Leanne (4), Charlie (5), Jimmy (13)

"NO! I DON'T WANT TO!" Austin's high-pitched squeal shattered the relatively complacent environment. His mother desperately tried to placate him, making soft hand motions and soothing noises. "I'M NOT TAKING A PICTURE!"
Laura scoffed, pushing the younger child. "Come on,  you big baby, it's just a picture! Do it for my baby sister." Being the oldest girl there (mothers didn't count), Laura took on an arrogant air, constantly commanding her "legions of children" to complete tasks for her.
"I don't care! I won't do it. Don't make me!" Austin jutted his lip out in an attempt to sway his mother, taking on a slight tremble. His mother looked at him with patient eyes, sighing. Austin furrowed his brows and added tears to the corners of his eyes, sniffling and quivering his bottom lip.
"You're taking the picture, Austin. We don't get opportunities like this often. Do it for me?" With magnificent aplomb, Austin's mother matched his facial expression, tear for tear. This only succeeded in making Austin laugh, but didn't change his mind.
Charlie, the second youngest, waddled over in a fit of fury. A whirlwind swept at her feet, throwing leaves and debris into the air. The sky darkened and lightning flickered. At least, Charlie liked to think that is what was happening. "Austin! Go take the picture you—you meanie!" She spoke so fast it was difficult to understand her, but Austin got the gist. "You don't speak to your mommy like that. You're such an idiom!"
Laura stepped in, always the attentive mediator. "Charlie! Be nice."
Charlie turned her blue-eyed glare on Laura. "Imma hit you with a shovel."
Austin's mother started rubbing her eyes, sighing again. "You children are helpless. Laura, where's your mother?"
Laura's chest puffed up as she pointed officially at her mother. "Getting Leanne ready." She spoke with pride, happy that she knows the answer.
"And where's your brother and mother, Charlie?"
"Imma hit you with a shovel too."
"Right. Laura?"
"Jimmy and his mom are over there, ma'am." Laura grinned at Austin, preening under the attention.
"Thank you. Let's get ready for the picture guys." Austin's mom started shepherding the children, ignoring little Charlie's threats.
"I'm not going to!" Austin yelled again, pulling away from the group. Jimmy, the oldest of the children, comes over.
"Why aren't you doing it?" He asked in his authoritative, wise, thirteen-year-old voice.
"I don't want to!"
"That's pretty childish. I'm doing it."
Austin thought about it, tapping his chin in a comical manner. "Fine, I'll do it." Austin's mother rolled her eyes, silently thanking Jimmy.
"Come on guys, let's go."
The children were lined up, and the birthday girl Leanne was placed on a wooden platform. Austin looked decidedly terrified, but the other children were calm and composed. At least, as calm and composed as children can be. As the picture was being taken, Leanne spoke up.
"I'm three years old!"
Leanne and Laura's mother: "You're four now, Leanne!"
"No I'm three!"
"Four!"
"I'm almost five years old, right mommy?"
Leanne's mother sighed. "Yes, baby, you're almost five. But now you're four."
"Three!"
The picture was taken.