The Photographer

         The morning started out with Sam standing by my bed with the tripod.  He wanted to take pictures so I told him to go into the living room while I grabbed my camera.  He set up the tripod perfectly.  "Nice job," I said, "but you need something to take a photo of."  He ran into his room and within seconds was back in the living room with his arms full of stuffed animals.

 

 He lined his friends up all by himself and then took about 30 pictures that look exactly like this.

of course I had to take some photos too