Mikey’s teachers instructed the class to dress in 80s attire for their most recent school performance. I knew exactly where to turn for his costume. Only my mother could keep a child’s tie from the 80s in mint condition. Sure enough, I called her at 3:45pm on Tuesday. It was waiting for me fifteen minutes later. No doubt she had it filed under “Ties, 1975-1986.”
Meanwhile, I lose my camera every single day.
Well, I don’t have to tell you that Mikey looked absolutely hysterical and adorable with his Flock of Seagulls hair and my brother’s tie. My ovaries immediately starting popping out eggs like popcorn and I asked (begged) him to let me take some pictures of him. He is becoming increasingly disinterested in taking pictures. Sorry, that makes him sound polite. It’s more like he sees the camera, rolls his eyes, and starts whining. Then he bares his teeth, closes his eyes, and calls it done.
But lately, I’ve noticed a potential secret weapon. A certain interest he has developed. So when I pulled out the camera and Mikey started to moan I told him that, actually, I wanted to take pictures of him pretending to be a rock star. He practically moon-walked into position and said, Bitch, please–stand back and try to capture the heat.
So I did.