Paparazzi

While waiting for Dadzilla, I thought I'd snap a few shots of my sweetie with his rat and octopus (of the Field Museum fame). It started out friendly enough with him showing me how the rat wore the seat belt.
But shortly, Ian grew weary, then annoyed, then mad as a wet hen as he shouted "Mommy, No!"

If I were anyone else, I would have been concerned with what the neighbors would think. But I couldn't help myself.





I knew this day would come... when Ian would grow tired of the stalking, the demands for smiles, the incessant shutter clicking.



But, he's only two!

Are we really that bad? (Rhetorical of course; I know we're that bad.)