At 0545 the request for “shall I take a selfie of you, Dad?” Too groggy to argue, too bleary to refuse. Small hands took my iPhone, snapped away. And produced the most amazing portrait. The Boy has a talent.
At 0545 the request for “shall I take a selfie of you, Dad?” Too groggy to argue, too bleary to refuse. Small hands took my iPhone, snapped away. And produced the most amazing portrait. The Boy has a talent.