My small boy, as he approaches his third birthday, has developed an obsession with mobile phones, camera phones especially. Today, to hush him, I let him take a gazillion photos with mine. A rare treat for him, as my cell phone is very, very dear to me.
Amongst the tens of shots of the rug, my feet, the ceiling fan? Two of the best photos of me taken in years.
I’m shy of cameras, so I tend to be the mom firing off snapshots. Here? Not taking him seriously? Not trying to smile for the camera? He got me. If he can do that? Maybe monkeys really can eventually produce Hamlet. In honor of his accidental genius? I’m sharing.