I swear to you, when my kids ASK to get their picture taken, you best drop everything you’re doing and do exactly as they wish.
See, my kids suffer from this thing called Photographer’s Child Syndrome. It is, in essence, the ability to smell any camera from 17 miles away and manage to glue their hands to their faces until said camera is far, far away.
But Sunday evening the stars aligned and the angels sung and this was the result.
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