This unhappy looking child is making a statement.
He's not unhappy about the new Norwich kit Santa brought him or the new scooter (also from the Man Himself), he's unhappy because I am taking pictures.
Grumpy-face: "Why do I always have to do this?"
DO WHAT? Ride around on Boxing Day without a care in the world while I snap a few photos for your stinking scrapbook????
Yes, I did refrain. This is only a quote from my mind that seems to have developed a mouth-censorship (thank Heavens)
Grumpy-face: "Why do I always have to have my picture taken?"
Well, that's the catch right there, pal. You DON'T always have to have your picture taken. IF I was ALWAYS snapping photos, I'd be able to put them on my blog. Lovely Christmas photos of your sister vomiting, your big brother vomiting, your other big brother just staying on the toilet since it was easier, your Momma lying on her bed texting the word "help" to the few that hadn't been hit by the flu downstairs playing the Wii and
there'd be loads of photos of the house slowly being taken over by laundry and dishes. I might have even caught a few action shots of the mysterious elves who BROKE our Christmas tree while the momma laid in bed with a bucket in her arms.
Oh yes! How about the photos of YOUR head hung in the toilet on Christmas Eve? Yeah, that would have been cause for declaring that you, "always have to have" your picture taken.
Censored Me: "You'll thank me when you're older and have these nice pictures to look at."
Grumpy-face: "Thank you", he mumbles unenthusiastically.