Last December we took the kids to Heber City to ride the Heber Valley Railroad. On the way there we realized that we forgotten to bring our camera, so we stopped and purchased a cheap disposable camera. We drank hot chocolate, saw Santa and took a bunch of pictures. A good time was had by all.
Fast forward to two days ago.
We are in the middle of a small remodel/reorganizing project at our home (more about that in a future post). I decided to clean out some of the cluttered cupboards and closets in the house. While tackling a particularly messy cupboard in the kitchen, I discovered the disposable camera from our train ride last December. I had forgotten about the camera and the pictures it contains. I set it on the counter and decided that tomorrow I would take the last few pictures and then take it in to get developed.
Fast forward to yesterday.
I am in the bathroom just getting out of the shower and getting ready to start my day when I hear Christian walk into the room.
"Mommy, picture" he says.
This doesn't phase me because Christian is always picking up remote controls, memory card readers or cell phones and pretending they are a camera. He asks you to smile and makes a little clicking noise. It is very cute.
This time however it was not so cute.
After he says "Mommy, picture" I see a flash and hear the sound of a camera click. Not the cute little click noise Christian makes when he is pretending to take a picture but a very real camera click. Upon turning around I discover, to my horror, that Christian has found the disposable camera from our train trip and has just taken a picture of me topless. Completely topless. No shirt, no bra. Nothing.
What do I do now?!?! The pictures from the train ride were, I hope, all very cute. I can't just throw the camera away. I do not however wish to be the one who gives the 17 year old kid at the photo lab a thrill by letting him develop my nudie pictures.
Any advice?
1 comment:
Oh man. I laughed so hard I almost peed. I know that doesn't make you feel any better but laughing at this sure made my night. (Laughing at the situation, not you. Really. I swear.)
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