I recently got one of my cameras back from repair and needed to test it out. My first thought? My own kids. My second thought (which came about a millisecond later)? Yeah, right!
Both of my kids suffer from a condition called PKS – otherwise known as Photographer’s Kid Syndrome. You know, I grab the camera. They run. Or I grab the camera. They cry. Or I grab the camera. They look in any direction but mine. The list of symptoms goes on and on. And so far, there is no cure. I really should get my act together and start a foundation to raise money for research. But, I’ll climb that mountain another day.
Back to this issue of needing to test the camera. With no one around but Chris and the kids (and don’t even get me started on him) all I could think of was the old saying, "less is more". Why not just take one of them with me? Together, those two
Since Lucee chose the option of going to Home Depot with Dad (we knew she would be the less cooperative of the two so he secretly bribed her with a trip to BR. Told ya it always comes back to ice cream with this family) that left me with Rilee. Ever the diva these days I was worried about what I might be getting into, but apparently, I crack her up.
And my absolute favorite…..
I’m telling you this kid’s laughter has got to be the sweetest sound in the whole world.