And at Christmas, he had his camera, at long last. By the end of January, he had completely filled up his memory card: nearly 4,000 photos. I don't mind telling you that some of them are hilarious.
But the other week he came to me during mommy-mandated Quiet Time, camera in hand. It seems he had discovered his sister sneaking out of her bedroom (an ongoing battle at the moment), and had decided to document his proof of said misdeed. Here are a few of the shots he captured.
(Surveying the scene)
(Uh oh, busted!)
(What? Oh, Minnie and I have just been here in my room, hanging out...)
My 6-year-old son has become a private detective. Who would've guessed it?