Ian sees us taking pictures all the damn time, so poor kid wanted his turn. I gave him my old point-and-shoot and figured what’s the worst that can happen?
Turns out if you bash a camera against a wall, it makes dents, but the camera still worked fine. Then Ian decided it would be a great idea to pry off the door that housed the battery and the memory card.
Eventually we lost the battery so that was the end of the camera. We saved the memory card so we could check out what Ian had documented, then promptly forgot said card in a pocket that was then washed AND dried.
The memory card lived! These pictures may be funny/interesting to only me, but hey, it’s my blog. These were all taken by Ian almost a year ago in prime time “terrific” twos. We’re all way cuter now.