Instead of taking a picture of my butt, don't you think it would have been better to help me get my ball out from under the file cabinet?
(No, son. I told you I needed to get some writing done and to go pester your dad.)
Hey! I'm really getting muscles! It's from all the running and jumping I do, isn't it? I can jump pretty high to catch a Frisbee. Why don't you take a picture of that?
(Because you see the camera and pose instead of catching the Frisbee, you little hammy knucklehead.)
Mom! Get my ball!
(ahahahahahahaaaa! In fifteen minutes, son....)
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