Boys Will Be Boysby
smellyfish1002Comment by K3Master: He had come running in to the house that afternoon, laughing and partly exhausted from his play. From head to foot was he covered, in the mud from the pit that they had made. From a garden hose and a sand-box came hours of fun for the young, and oh it had been a glorious time.
That time had to come to an end, however, as he was called for dinner. So he said his goodbyes to his playmates, and had run off into the house, expecting the admonishment he'd probably get for being so dirty and not really caring. He would bear it proudly, and was looking forward to the warm shower that would be a certainty.
So it was that he came into the house, and braced himself for the lecture, but that lecture never came. For he had forgotten an important thing about living in the family that was his, he had forgotten that his mother loved her camera.
With a cry of delight, his mother spied him standing there, so covered, and told him to stay right there. Do not move! I'll just be a moment! And she ran and got the camera, and came back to him, and told him to smile, and started snapping photos while the mud dried and stuck to him and started to itch.
He sighed and impatiently stood there and let her shoot, and suddenly wished even more for the lecture instead, as the mud was beginning to get uncomfortable, and he was dying for that shower, and wouldn't she ever stop!?
She did, and sent him off to the shower, and giggled to herself, and another day in the life of a photographic parent took another step towards its end.
And the boy? He swore he'd never take a photograph of HIS kids! But we all know how such promises end, don't we?
