At least once a week I pick up my phone and find mystery pictures. I am not one of those gals that carries her phone around constantly. Shocking as it may seem, there are several moments in a day when I leave it on a table and…..get this….walk away. On the weekends (gasp!), I may not touch it all day. I’m nuts.
Here’s what I found this morning…
The scary thing about the photo above is that he must have had to reach into my bag, dig to find the phone, take the shot, and then quickly put it back.
He’s meant for a life of crime. I just know it.
We take Hangman very seriously in this house – or in a restaurant.
Yes, we were as loud as our words look on that paper.
Once in a blue moon, or afternoon rainbow – I find beautiful happy shots.
He’s crazy. But who is crazier? The kid that takes all the freaky pictures…or the mom that keeps them all?