It occurred to me the other day, like, yesterday, that Jack will think I sound like an old fogey when I tell him that cameras used to have film in them. And that meant you had to take the film to a little store and let them develop it and print your pictures for you. And that you couldn't see every picture you took immediately after taking it. There was guesswork involved. And little men looking at your pictures. And stinky chemicals. And no delete button.
And that I know how to develop black and white film and print pictures, and that it's super fun.
If you aren't too trigger happy with the delete button, though, you can almost pretend that we got a roll of film developed yesterday while trying to catch a shot of Jack in this *super awesome* shirt given to him by his Tia Nancy.
First, a man on the go. Not posing for a picture.
Second, a man kicking his Daddy's foot instead of saying cheese for the camera. Kick, kick, kick.
Third, a man looking pensive, which is cute, but not properly showing off The Shirt, which was the point of this particular picture.
Fourth, a man outside who realizes that his parents are oddly serious about taking a proper picture of this shirt. A cooperative man, the fourth time.
Hope your men are cooperative today,