I am a picture taker!
I take Looooooots of pictures.
I scrapbook, alot.
I often tell my kids they will need a u-haul to take all their albums when they are grown up.
Yesterday, The Comedian points to this picture:
She says, "Is that my family?"
"Yes dear" I answer, a little confused, but I'm talking the Comedian so anything goes, right?
She continues: "Well, that's-a my daddy and that's-a my mommy and that's-a Bear as a baby. So where am I?"
Too true my darling. Too true. I wish I could report that I ran the closet-of-wonders and whipped out a family portrait that I had somehow forgot to hang...but no. There is no such portrait.
She is nearly four and we have yet to return to a JcPenny's, a Sears, or even a Walmart to smile for the camera.
That is Perfect! Perfectly sad. It will be done. I will post it.
Comment and give me a deadline - I respond well to deadlines! (but, please...keep it reasonable with the holidays and long lines and all, ok?)
Here's some other good tales to read!
