The Man lost his two front teeth on a hot summer afternoon a month or so ago. Since then, he's been terribly insistent that we not take pictures of him smiling. So, while he was working away, I tried my darnedest to snap a photo of him. He was hard at work when he heard the cl-click of my camera and then he saw me slyly holding it, pointed in his direction. Three words, folks, he. freaked. out. "No! Mom, don't take my picture!" I kindly put it down and took out the remote. He noticed but didn't object. So, when I started snapping again, I caught a glimpse of a half-smile, half-WHAT-ON-EARTH-ARE-YOU-DOING?! face. He's tried ever since to thieve my camera and delete said photo(s). Lucky for me, they're downloaded to my laptop and the rest is history.
Tell me, please, why a mama can't have a picture of her favorite son missing his toofies? OK, so he's the only son. Is there any harm in it really? 'Course not.