My mom is in very few of the photographs from my childhood because my mom was the one taking the photographs of my childhood. So from time to time when I’m out with Monkey Boy, I’ll ask someone else to take photo with me in it. That way when he looks back on the micro-documentation of his life (I can’t help it, I have a sickness) I’ll actually be in some of the photos.
This plan, it turns out, is better in theory than in practice. Usually, I’m asking people to snap a photo with my BlackBerry. It has an automatic focus and a large button to push, but somehow, it never turns out quite right.
Exhibit A: A trip to The Rep with my mom and Monkey Boy. I asked an usher to take a pic of the three of us.
Exhibit B: An Afternoon at the Pool. I asked another mom to take a pic of Monkey Boy and me to send to Baby Daddy to brag about our fun adventures
Monkey Boy is going to have to trust me from now that I was actually there.