My oldest son is well-trained. He does something cute, his father and I giggle or make a comment and then the boy says, "Take a picture of me, Mom. Take a picture of me!". And he has learned to be persistent. Because he'll keep saying it until I get the camera out and take a picture.
Sometimes it is worth it.
'Cause the kid can be just so darn cute.
And his little brother just sits by, taking notes.
Now, if only the little bugger would start talking.
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