A few days ago, I was taking some pictures of the kiddos in said wonder lighting and asked, "Hey, would you let Simon get some pictures of us together?
He hesitated. He thought about arguing. He thought about resisting, but finally gave in with, "I know if I don't, you'll just keep bugging me til you get your way."
Here's Sean, complaining about taking pictures. That's me, looking on with sympathy, as if I would actually say, "Okay, you don't have to take any more." As if.
He knows he can't put up too much of a fuss because the pictures were already in progress and he knows I have no shame in posting pictures of his grouch face on the internet for all the world to see. :)
Just to keep things going, I stuck my pinky in his chin dimple and asked him if he knew where that came from. Friends, duh. He was not nearly as amused as I.
I got him again the next day on his way out the door. I can't help it, I think it must be a trait God put in women to be attracted to men in uniform. I wonder if women of yester year went after those in suits of armor.