I have a son. A loving, funny, smart, wild, limber, goofy, sweet son. He is very much into waiting until the exact moment that I am going to take an award winning photo of him an then he makes "the face." Actually, there isn't just one face, there are probably at least 5 of them. This is a highly honed skill that takes a lot of practice and since I take so many pictures of the kids, he is well versed. This is another genetic code that was passed to him courtesy of his uncle Scott, my brother. I remember my mom shrieking at him when he would do the exact same thing during any pictures she attempted to take of him. I just sit back and take it all in because someday, when he's a loving, funny, smart, wild, limber (?), goofy, sweet man, I want him to see what a dork he was when he was seven years old.
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