I'm letting you know immediately that this post is rated PG according to the "Joy needs to rate this post" rating system.
Evan loves to look at pictures on my phone. There's a series of pictures we took of him meeting "Sox the Fox" at a Sky Sox game we went to a few weeks ago that he begs me to look at on a daily basis.
I'll admit that on occasion I've used my phone as a distraction for Evan, so that he could look at pictures, take pictures or watch a video on youtube so that I could get something done. Like eat food.
Yesterday was a super busy day. I had a ton of work to catch up on since being on vacation last week. The house was also a mess and I distinctly remember Jason telling me to "make sure all the windows are closed before you go anywhere today because it's supposed to rain" so I had small details like that running through my brain as well. When I had a minute of spare time, I gave Evan my phone and he sat in a chair downstairs and looked at pictures while I ran upstairs to take a quick shower. Dawson was in his room playing Legos.
While applying shampoo, I saw a flash of lightning and realized I needed to hurry up because I never want to die in the shower after being struck by lightning. I want to die fully clothed. I also remembered I needed to get the windows closed -Jason's orders! There was a second flash in rapid succession and I looked over to see Evan taking pictures of me while I was in the shower.
In case you were wondering, I'm not a supermodel. So I screamed. It was quite a dilemma because I had conditioner in my hair so I needed more time and I couldn't exactly jump out and grab the phone and bring it in the shower with me. Thankfully, my scream diverted Evan's attention and he ran out.
I was able to delete all the pictures before he was able to figure out how to post them on Facebook.
I'm rather grateful Evan hasn't quite mastered the art of photography:
And also grateful he most often has a very low perspective.