It happened. Oatmeal Head let me photograph him. The elusive teen boy subjected himself to the Mamarazzi. I took full advantage. What follows are the results of a camera onslaught, and it's not pretty. You may want to look away. I think he allowed this because his hair was temporarily straightened. By a girl. A CUTE girl. But lo, behold. This man-child is mine. Goof ball.
First, a shot of him just this last spring:
Now, pictures taken last night:
Now, some photos taken by the cute girl with the flat iron:
Isn't he just the cutest thing ever? When did he start growing up? And do you think Karen would accept these in lieu of a resume? Would SM be jealous? Hmm. So many questions, so few answers ...
Until I write again ...