…and she plays in a cardboard box. Or I force her to live in one. Whatever.
One plus, though, is she LOVES the camera. Ask her to pose, and she does so . Ask her to smile through her hair, and it’s too cute for words. ask her to act like a growly little urchin child living in a box? And she’s STILL too cute for words, even as she nails the shot…
(Ok, so she was really just yelling at her brother and the picture is a happy accident. Perfect anyway!)
Someone asked me a while ago why there were SO MANY pictures of the Pup, and not so much the older too. Was I going all “PROTECT THEIR PRIVACY” on them, was I worried about the HORRORS OF THE INTERNET? WHY wasn’t I exploiting my other kids on the internet like the pup?!
The answer is simple, really. When you try to take pictures of the Girl, this is what you get:
And then there’s the boy. Nana? I censored it to protect your delicate sensibilities! See, I am the good daughter!
And I don’t know WHERE he learned such a vulgar display of hand gestures. Really.
(…stop laughing, Nana. You too, Sis - he probably learned it from you anyway!)
I’m the innocent one.
(There they go again… tsk.)
