Photo Op

I just deleted 75 miscellaneous photos of blurry ecstasy from my camera. Pictures of pages from the American Doll magazine. Pictures of nostrils. Pictures of mom (me) randomly going about daily life (tying my shoes, holding Landon, picking up toys.) You get the picture right?

I've deleted all of them but decided to save this one because of it's obvious uniqueness and innate sense of random goodness. My children tend to take pictures of the things that fascinate them. Apparently I have a son with a foot fetish.