When I was tucking Christian in the other night, I noticed he had a bonk under his eye, like the kind of bonk he might have gotten from playing in a really tall, skinny box with Carinne, and maybe I'd told them it wasn't a good idea to stand it up on one end and climb into it by standing on the back of the couch, but maybe they did it anyway, and maybe it had fallen over and he'd smacked his face on her shoulder. Or something. So I said, as I tucked him in, "Ooh, looks like you're getting a black eye, buddy." And he said, "I wanna see!" But I didn't want him to get out of bed, so I told him I'd just take a picture with my phone:
"Well, that one didn't really work. You were all squinty. Let's try again. This time, don't squish up your cheeks....."
"Oh. You still can't see the bonk, huh? OK, we'll try again. This time, maybe try and keep your eyes open wide and look up...."
This time he swore he could see it. Awesome. (I swear to you that he had a big red spot under his right eye. I wish I knew how my phone accentuates blemishes on MY face and doesn't pick up on Christian's eye bonk....)
And, just so I could capture what he looks like normally, I took another picture today. "Hey, Christian, smile!"
Ummm.... OK. Good enough, dude.