There aren’t as many photos of my son Tommy on my blog.
It’s mainly because he does this:
And he asks me to take pictures of inappropriate things. Like his butt.
Or a dead bug with its guts spewed out all over the sidewalk.
But I decided I’d try my hand at getting some good pictures.
It didn’t go so well at first.
As he did this, he was all, “Hey, baby.”
“Tommy,” I cut in before he started to ask me to take a photo of his backside. “Think of something nice. Maybe that’ll help.”
“MUFFINS!” Tommy said.
Okay. I get that. Muffins do rock. So long as they’re the good kind. Not the bran tastes-like-bark kind.
“So tell me how you’re doing at school, Tommy.” Because Lord knows, usually when I ask I get the dreaded “fine” and sometimes, on really good days, I get “It was fine.”
“School is a strange place,” Tommy answered.
“Can you expand?” I pressed.
“I’m in a BAND!” Tommy shrieked. He has the attention span of a gnat.
“Well, what’s your favorite subject in school?” I tried again.
“Who be eating all my chocolates?” Tommy responded. (Me, probably.)
“What are you going to do on school picture day?” I pleaded.
"This," Tommy said.
Um. I think I might pass on buying photos this year.