Finn dressed himself, as he always does, but this particular morning, he had a slight wardrobe malfunction. When I finally discovered the malfunction, I had to document it, as a good mom should. However, the subject didn’t like the fact that I was trying to photograph his mistake.
He ran away…
and up the playscape.
Then I went around the corner and waited.
He came back.
Then he spotted me and ran away, again.
Again, I went around the corner and waited.
He returned once more and pleaded.
“Please stop taking pictures of me,” he requested.
“Can I take one picture of the back of your shirt? I’ll stop after that,” I replied.
Then I fixed his shirt problem. And he was happy. And I was happy. And all was right with the world.