Turning, I see Lydia, head cocked to the left and hip cocked to the right, smiling at me clutching our camera in her pudgy hands. The strap lays crookedly around her shoulders and her finger is already on the trigger.
I spy an opportunity for this little one to be busy and happy while I finish up the last load of laundry. As "helpful" as she is to match socks, her folding skills leave something to be desired, as she typically resorts to the wad-technique.
"Alright. Just keep the strap around your neck, please."
"Tanks, Mommy!" She skips off to the living room, clicking off random shots from belly button-level.
Flash! The dusty windowsill bathed in sunshine.
Flash! The fireplace, complete with ancient ashes and two long-lost pieces of popcorn.
Flash! The big toe on her left foot with the spiky nail.
Opening the dryer, I drag jeans and towels from the machine, dumping them into the laundry basket at my feet. Peering in, I see a lone sock left in the back, just out of reach. Leaning into the mouth of the dryer, I stretch to snatch the forgotten sock. Flash!
"Look, Mommy! I gotchu!"
Peeking over my shoulder, I see the picture frozen on the camera screen. My backside illuminated in the blinding light of the camera. Her proud smile almost makes that snapshot okay. Almost, but not quite.
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