I’ll be honest…it wasn’t until about the fifth time he asked, “mom, will you come downstairs and take pictures of me riding my scooter?”…that I actually grabbed my camera and said, “okay, let’s go.” how fair is that? I don’t want to be like that. Only taking pictures during the moments that I see fit.
My little man. Only he corrects me and tells me, “I’m not little!” Oh yes you are. You are little and you’re going to stay little forever. Please.
