Maybe you’ve been there before. Maybe you haven’t. Maybe you’re on your way.
You’re out with your family somewhere. The kids are running around having a blast. Your wife or husband is doing a great job taking pictures of you, you and your kids, just your kids.
You’ve had this discussion before, so you know better. You really do.
But then something wonderful comes along and catches your eye. Not everybody thinks it’s wonderful, of course, but you do.
So you take a timeout.
Though it’s not really a timeout because you ARE looking at the kids over your shoulder, and you ARE snapping quick photos of them and your spouse as they dash around the park from the jungle gym to the slide to the swings and back again.
And then you get in the car because suddenly it’s time to go, and your spouse asks you for the pictures you took because she/he wants to upload them to Facebook.
And you hand over your phone because, well, of course, your driving, and your spouse looks at you and asks, What the hell is this?
Then she/he proceeds to show you fifteen pictures of your kids and your family half blocked out by the tip of your finger, which is taking up most of the view finder.
And you think to yourself, It looks like I’ve done it again.