Patrick had left for a business trip earlier, leaving me and King all alone, and as we were getting into the odd and late hours of the night, I got a bad case of cabin fever and in a moment of poor and misguided judgment, I decided it would be a fine idea to take a picture, just one, of me and my babes sitting in front of a mirror:
|Hey I'm pretty cute! I would kiss my cheeks nonstop too if I were my own baby.|
That one led to two and then, in another flash of brilliance, I thought it would be an even finer idea to have King hold the camera and pretend like he is taking the picture:
|Whoa, do I really look like that in person, Mommy?|
The first try produced a below-par and not-very-convincing picture that King was indeed the one who took the picture so we tried again:
|Huh, I didn't realize that I have so little hair.|
But then King brought me back to reality when he told me that I was embarassing him and it is soo, like, obvious that I was still the one taking the picture so we, yet again, went on with life and I gave him a bath.
|Me mithes you, Daddy.|