A couple of weeks ago (right after I got my new camera) my sister and her two boys came over for the afternoon. One of my kiddos has become a scrapbook fanatic and she wanted a picture of her cousins and Aunt and Uncle for her scrapbook. All was well until I tried to get a picture of this little punk!
He ran and hid!
Then he ran and hid again!
Then, he enlisted help.
So, I waited, I thought he will forget and I will sneak up on him…
Okay, maybe not…man those other two punks are being annoying, I can’t believe they are helping him out in his quest to never be photographed again. Let me pause here to mention that my sister also has a fabulous Nikon DSLR and he has been subjected to this all his life. I think today he may have finally snapped. The popperatzi finally broke him.
By the way, this is not him walking away from me, it is him walking backwards from the trampoline so I couldn’t get his picture.
Yes, our grass has been mown since then, shesh! We do live in Florida, you know, lots of rain!
Is he calling me a loser? Hey I know sign language you punk!
He’s a determined little bugger.
But I finally broke him and got these two fantastic shots!
How? Oh I bribed him. I told him if he wanted Auntie M to make his birthday cake I needed at least one good picture.
Do you think these count?