And So A Visit To The Mall Might Be Necessary.

I’m saying a prayer for those college students taking pictures of other people’s kids for six hours a day in that place at the mall. Those poor photographers. How many of them have decided never to procreate? I’m guessing the percentage is high.

I set out to take one picture of my kids today.

One.

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One picture to send to grandparents, you know? The kind of picture a grandmother could put in a frame beside her Precious Moments or show off to her friends in Sunday school. “Ahhhh,” they’d say, “how sweeeeeeet.” And then she’d nearly levitate with pride.

That kind of picture.

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The kind of picture I, apparently, cannot take of my children.

The kind of children who, apparently, are not Ahhhh-how-sweet material today.

Because there was much farting.

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And much karate.

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And so I thought maybe a change of scenery would help them find that happy picture-taking medium between insane and plastic.

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No such luck.

We might be heading to the mall.