Mama keeps talking about wanting to “take more pictures.” I guess that’s what that black box is. What a picture is, I have no idea, but she seems fixated on it. (to be honest, I see her use the black box looking at the kids even more than at me).
Last night was the worst so far. She wanted me to look STRAIGHT AT the lens. I could tell by the shape of the lens that it was going to distort my beautiful face, so I refused to look straight into her eyes.
I did let her get a nice profile, though. I look so regal. I approve.
