i love it when this happens. i am upstairs putting away laundry when i hear lots of boys' voices outside. i look, there's bikes all over the driveway, and some neighborhood kids have stopped in to play kickball.
first, i am careful. i go into the dining room and open the shutters really wide......
then, like any good paparazzi, i get bolder. i go outside the front door and lurk behind a bush.
i know how the paps feel. when the subject spots you, gets mad, and starts to yell. because one of the boys said, "hey, your mom's taking pictures." that is my cue to duck and sneak back inside.
my young son, the feisty one, yells out, "mom!" i know better than to show myself. i go to sneak a peek out the dining room window and there he is, staring dead ahead straight at me. busted.
"mom! do NOT take our picture."
ok. i am not getting paid near enough for this gig.