Trying to take a good picture of knitted mitts on preschooler hands is a little like nailing Jell-o to the wall.
What you don't see is the two older sisters behind me, making goofy fools of themselves to try to get him to look towards me, while also preparing to run and catch him if he bolts towards the road or the muddy backyard. For every shot I get like this, I have 30 outtakes.
Also, he's covering up his knee because he fell and scraped it and I put a band-aid on it because it was actively bleeding and apparently the cure was worse than the injury. Literally, he's the only kid I know who would prefer to never ever ever have a band-aid. We used to go through boxes and boxes for imaginary boo-boos that his sisters had.
