Mama is a dance photographer. I don’t know what that means, but I hear her say it all the time.
To the best of my knowledge, it means she leaves me for hours at a time, comes home, and stares at her computer screen for even longer.
I don’t mind the computer screen part, because then I can sit at her feet.
I just wish she would stop leaving me!
I can’t begrudge her, though. I can tell she’s enjoying it. It just stinks for me, that’s all.