This first batch are actually distorted photos I took using the iPad app Photobooth (which was either native or was pre-installed by my mother-in-law before she gave it to Leann two Christmases ago). But from here on out the pictures were taken with PrankMirror.
These are all the pictures I took of Lincoln. The one we submitted for my grandma to identify was row 4, picture 1 (though row 3, picture 1 is pretty good, too).
These are all the pictures I took of Lilli. The one we submitted for my grandma to identify was row 2, picture 1. Row 2, picture 2 makes her look like something out of a Miyazaki cartoon.
These are the pictures Leann took of herself. The one we submitted for my grandma to identify was row 1, picture 1 (which makes her look kind of like an ostrich). In row 4, picture 1 she was trying for a llama look.
And these are all the pictures I took of myself. The one we submitted for my grandma to identify was row 2, picture 3 (Leann says it makes me look cuddly). For some reason row 1, picture 1 and row 8, picture 2 remind me of my brother Nathan. And for some reason row 1, picture 3 and row 6, picture 3 both remind me of my Uncle Derek. Row 3, picture 1 is my homage to Worms. Row 4, picture 1 makes me look a bit…effeminate. Row 5, picture 3 is how Leann thinks I think of myself. Row 8, picture 3 is what happens when you teleport with a fly. Row 9, picture 1: Miss Gorightry!  I'm sticking my tongue out in row 10, picture 3 through row 12, picture 1 for my sister Ashley's sake. Row 12, picture 2 is too scary to talk about.
Of course, I don't need an iPad ap to twist my face beyond recognition…
 Mine follows:
I don’t recall what we had for dinner that night but I pretend that it was spaghetti since that’s one of my favorite meals. After we finished eating our plan was to take the missionaries back to their apartment in Brigham City and then head over to Box Elder High School for the regional PTA Reflections contest.
When the time came, we put on our coats and made our way out into the dark where our big, red Ford Club Wagon van lay in wait. None of us knew it, but it had already chosen its victim and was merely biding its time until it would strike mercilessly. I opened the sliding door and the missionaries got in, first, and sat in the second row of seats. Then I got in and sat on the first row. Then Grandma came out. She grabbed the sliding door with her left hand for support, stepped in with one foot, and then lifted the other foot to climb in.
That’s when the big, red Ford Club Wagon pounced. The sliding door, once opened, normally required a hard jerk to set it in motion and close it. However, it sensed Grandma’s vulnerability and started sliding shut. Grandma was in the way, so it bounced off her and slid open again. And then closed again. And then open again. And the whole while Grandma was sliding back and forth with it, frantically trying not to fall out or get pinched.
All I could do was watch, with my mouth slightly ajar and a shocked look on my face. The Elders were equally paralyzed. Finally Grandma and the door came to a halt. Grandma climbed back out of the van, regained her composure, and then climbed into the van without touching the sliding door again. She sat next to me on the front bench.
During the entire ride to Brigham City, Grandma calmly chatted with the missionaries. But as soon as we’d dropped them off, she started laughing hysterically. She didn’t stop until we reached the high school. And when the PTA Reflections competition was over, and we returned to the van, she started laughing hysterically, again—all the way back to Willard.
 I am refering to, of course, the video game. See http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Worms (series).
 See http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The Fly (1958 film).
 See http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Breakfast at Tiffany's (film)#Portrayal of Mr. Yunioshi.
 See the pictures in this post.