Between work and all the various sporting activities we are constantly shuttling back and forth to, I feel like I don't get to see them nearly as often as I'd like. Combine that with Mr. I Need To Drive To The Corner and It Will Take Me At LEAST An Hour teenager and Mr. Hey! Can I Go To This Friend's House Or That Friend's House pre-teen and you can begin to imagine exactly how much time I DON'T get to spend with my boys.
So when I get a chance to snag a shot of them, especially one of them together, I grab it. I coerce them into smiling by threatening to dance where everyone can see me the next time we're some place where it is more important than breathing that they look cooooollll. Because it won't be long before even that threat won't work and I'll find shot after shot of moody, unsmiling young men. And not long after that when I won't be able to even get them to stay in the same location as my camera.
But until that time, I will continue to refuse to learn how to dance properly. You know. Just in case.
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