The other night Sam was fully dressed in his cowboy gear marching through the kitchen. I asked him to please freeze for a second so I could snap a picture of him. My oldest, who usually patiently endures my picture requests with a smile, refused. "Not now, Mama," he told me as he paraded into the playroom. Sensing my disappointment, Jack ran up to me and announced, "My do it, Mama. Take my picture." He then turned to his brother and yelled, "Saaa-ummm! Saaa-ummm! It's easy. Dis is how you do it." And he turned to me and posed. Shirtless, eyes closed tightly, hair in a rumpled mess and lips covered with pop tart crumbs. How it's done. Perfectly.
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