This morning, though, I did.
Remember the blur, from the last post?
|No! Don't look away!|
'Are you trying to take my picture?'
'What, who, me? No.'
He sees the phone.
'oh COME ON kid. It's my project. I just want to take a picture a day this month.'
'um you want to take a picture every day of me?' he says in a voice that indicates his concern for my level of affection, and reinforces his belief that maybe I really am turning into 'that creepy mom' he keeps telling me about, in hopes by discussing his fears, it won't come true.
'NO. I want a different picture every day of different things. Lots of things. Trees and stuff. But just one of you, occasionally. Okay? Just one?"
|Maybe he's just blurry in life, too.|
"You're making me laugh."
"Can't I have a smile?"
"Every time you make your eyes do that thing it makes me laugh and when I laugh I turn away."
"I was trying to get you to smile. Why can't you smile?"
"It makes me turn away."
"Yes, you're very skilled at being blurry in photos."