Eldest (and hubs) are at camp this week with our Trail Life troop (and many other troops from the mid-Atlantic region). The main honcho in charge of camp has made a private Google photo album and invited families to see.
My kid is in 0 photos.
I thought I glimpsed his boot in the bottom corner of one.
I'm not surprised, honestly, he avoids (or wrecks) pictures on the regular here at home. He does not like his photo taken. There's probably some psychological unpacking that should happen there, but on the other hand, meh, why? I'm not overly keen on it myself and having just lugged photo albums from one house to another and asked myself when the last time I sat and looked at them was (answer: never) I do sort of wonder.
Flip side, I wouldn't mind seeing him having fun and being happy.
I texted hubs just double-checking that kid was, in fact, at camp and not at some high roller training school in Vegas or something. He laughed and said he'd see what he could do.
Later today, I was texted a photo of a grinning boy, dripping wet in his swim suit, clearly having the time of his life.
I'll take it.
I texted back that I accepted this proof of life and would require more on Thursday.
I can let the kid escape the lens for a day in between. Or, more accurately, I can let hubby off the hook of trying to capture him, because I'm sure it was no easy feat.
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