If You Give My Kid a Camera

The other day Max happens upon the disposable cameras in the grocery store.
"I think we still have some at home." (Thanks, Tootie.)
We get home and I am immediately reminded that he needs a camera.
Once it's in his hands, he sets off on his photographic adventure...wildly winding and clicking with delight.
The number of remaining shots dwindles rapidly.
Half-headed bodies.
Unsuspecting trains.
Toes.
Pillows.
Hands.
Eyes.
A bowl of cereal.
and undoubtedly,
My ass - as I am bent over in agony after stubbing my toe.
"Oh, I've got to take a picture of Mommy!"...and then..."Ha! That's a good one!"
Nothing is spared.