I threw my camera at my 15yo son and told him to take photos of his little bothers hunting Easter eggs. I finally got them off my camera and was amazed at his approach behind the lens.
I should probably get him his own camera. But, he has a history of losing things. He had a cell phone for less than a year before he lost it. He keeps trying to convince me that having it for nine months was a loooooong time, like I should give him an award for keeping it that long. Before he lost it for good, he had lost is briefly more times than I can count. He also broke it. So, unless I could get him a camera that has a tracking device on it and is indestructible, I probably won’t be buying him a camera.
But, he could buy himself a camera! That is if he could find his wallet. For Christmas, two of his gifts were a wallet and a belt. Four months later for his birthday he received a wallet and a belt…..because he had lost his wallet and broke his belt. Upon opening his birthday presents he said with a grin, “This is like Christmas all over again.”
You can probably imagine how I reply when he asks me if he can have a new phone or that he needs a new _____ because this ______ is broken and I lost _____. Do you know that there is not one remote in my house with batteries in it? Do you know why? It’s because my younger sons keep breaking the back covers off the remotes and then the batteries won’t stay in. We duct tape them close…they scrapes the tape off to get to the batteries to use in a different device. It’s maddening. MADDENING. I never watch TV, mostly because I can’t find a remote to work the darn thing!
I’m raising apes. Seriously, they dink with everything, break everything, lose EVERYTHING! And we are just getting started. My oldest son is now 6’1″, he has no idea how big he is. He’s like a baby that hits his head on everything after they start walking. I sympathetically tell him he has to be more careful when he’s moving through a crowd of people because he could really hurt someone if he bumps into them. And watch the wing span…son, watch the wing span.
I have to admit he’s doing a good job of preparing me for the next two giant beastly boys that will be knocking down the walls of my house in a few years. I should probably pack away all my breakable belongings now.
He sure took some neat photos though. Maybe once he’s reached maximum height and learned how big he is in comparison to the world around him I can buy him a nice camera and stitch it to his hand.