My newly-minted 9-year-old is damn near perfect…except for when I try to take his picture. He drives me crazy. I have to work really hard to get a good one. But I don’t give up and I usually get it!
It starts with the utter refusal.
Then it changes to “Fine. I’ll look at you. But I’m. Not. Smiling.
Nope. Not happening, Mom.
Then I try to make a fart or balls joke and that usually gets a little reaction.
Then finally I threaten to take away his new Harry Potter castle. That does the trick.
I love my boy.