My Xbox playin’, iTouch totin’ 13 yr. old son came to me and asked if we could make gingerbread men. Once I closed my slack-jawed mouth and stopped staring at him like he was an alien invading my son’s body, I told him we could if he agreed that I could photograph it. I was sure he would say no. Since he’s become an official teenager, my camera does nothing but irritate him now and I’m not allowed to take his picture, but he agreed. And the reason you see his picture here on my blog was because he agreed to that, too!
The night was definitely full of surprises and you know what? We had a great time. I don’t know who had more flour on them: my sons, myself or my camera! What a great way to ring in the holiday season. Oh, and Tracey? Please don’t be mad, but my holiday card photo has been shot, edited and printed. Yep, cards are done, my friend!