Boston gets it.
He knows that when the camera appears, it won't be long before a quarter gets plopped in his plastic piggy or a popsicle will soon grace his lips. He knows the exact smile I like and if necessary, is totally open to suggestions or prompting. "How's this Mommy?"
When it comes to getting photos, he's a dream child. Even when the theme is totally odd and requires a floppy green hat:
Someday, he will realize that his photos are worth more to me and start asking for actual money. I'd pay it.
Quinton still needs time. I can tell he has not figured out that Mommy is in need of content for her ever addictive scrapbooking obsession. He frequently gives me a "what are you doing?" or "didn't we just do this?" look and I have to stop to love on him.
He will soon learn that it's a give and take. Mommy takes photos and gives treats. Quinton gives smiles and takes treats. He'll figure it out. In the meantime, he's cute to just sit there and look confused. I'll take what I can get.
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