my life as a ten-year-old boy

We bought two t-shirts to Alexander last week, but when he tried them on I discovered that I had taken the wrong size on one of them, instead of size 122 (age 6) it had size 140 (age 10). I offered to go back to the store and change it to the right size, but no, he did not want that. You can have it, mamma, he said.

I think I’ll keep it!

He is a miracle, my little boy. He borrowed the camera yesterday, and as usual he took photos of things I would never dream of photographing, like a roll of Scotch tape. 

Why can my photos never turn out this sharp?

By the way. Exactly one week from now I will be up in the air, on my way to Italy. Yaaaay!!!

4 Responses to “my life as a ten-year-old boy”

  1. em says:

    I think you have a born photographer on your hands!

  2. Raquel says:

    That picture of Scotch tape could be considered art…your son may have a hidden talent. :)

    P.S. I like the shirt too. :)

  3. Jackie says:

    wow–nice photo of scotch tape! i agree–my photos never turn out quite that clear either!

    the t-shirt is cute! hope you have fun here in Italy! I wish I could go to the Expat gtg, but i won’t be able to :( .

    -Jackie

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