This is what I’ve dealt with ever since I gave him my ancient Sony camera. Now I know what celebrities must feel like being chased around by paparazzi.
At first I was glad I still had the camera. He seemed so happy carrying it with him everywhere. It was cute. Photography is a big part of my life, and to be able to share that with him is, well, kinda magical. He’s taking it so seriously. I get all mollified seeing him like that.
Having said that, my enthusiasm started to fade the moment my fluffy warm covers were brutally yanked from my poor body one early morning, and I found myself being pulled from a deep, unconscious sleep state by the words: “Say Cheese, mom,” at 6 in the darn am.
It hit rock-bottom when I was chased around the bathroom with a camera. He wanted to see if he could capture the steam while I was taking a shower and I just stood there yelling: “Get away from me. That I did that to you for years does not give you the right to do it back!“, all the while protecting myself with the shower curtain.
Nothing wrong with a nice little double standard now and then. He thought I was a spoil-sport, made a disapproving sound, shrugged and walked off to find himself a new victim. I won’t go into detail, but you can probably imagine the kind of pictures that are circulating around the Kayotic Mansion. The child has no shame. Privacy seems to be overrated, a scarce good.
Nobody warned me about this when I became a mom. Pregnant with your 1st child? Consider yourself warned!
Finally I was fed up with having a camera in my face following my every move, so I told him to take his business outside. And he did.
Here he was photographing total strangers out on the street. They even posed for him! I guess you can get away with pretty much anything when you’re a 5-year-old blue-eyed and blonde-haired little boy.
I figured he couldn’t do much damage at the park. The walk took forever with a pit-stop at every meter and slimy nude snail. This was our after dinner walk, so he was probably also stalling bedtime just to squeeze a bit more into his day.
Now and then he had a sudden outburst of energy and ran ahead of us. We found out it was only so he could photograph us from yet another angle. I feel your pain, Britney, I really do. They sure come out of the woodwork.
But still… I’ll be locking the bathroom door from now on. See the sly grin? That face spells TROUBLE.