I realized very quickly that photos of Jack and me are not easy to come by, and you know why? Because I take all the pictures in this family! And on the rare occasion I prod John into taking one, or he randomly decides to take one on his own, it comes out looking like this:
|Blurry and unflattering|
|Just kidding :)|
This shouldn't be difficult. We're not talking about a great white mid-kill. Or a snow leopard in its natural habitat. Or the freaking Loch Ness monster. It's a mom with her kid, for goodness' sake. We're both relatively photogenic-ish (despite what these photos have led you to believe). But somehow, this shot is as elusive to John as Moby was to Ahab. Perhaps it's just because he's not trying that hard. Maybe this post will reveal in terrible, glaring detail how bad the situation really is...
But I'm not holding my breath. For now you'll just have to take my word for it that Jack and I not only exist in the same eight square feet every now and then - he actually kind of loves me, too.