Bradley has been taking photos. I let him use my camera and he shouts "CLOSE YOUR EYES!" which I guess is new age for "Say cheese!"
In that instant, he takes a photo of himself because the camera is aimed at his own face.
I got Bradley to sit still long enough so we could take our photo together. Gawd -- I remember sitting close to my elderly aunts and uncles and being scared to death of those pointy chin hairs, weird facial crevasses, moles and skin tags, missing teeth parts and the assorted bacteria lurking within.
My family wasn't raised to be a very huggy, touchy family. Sitting near these old folks was horrifying. Our being raised as less-huggy was most likely in direct proportion to the mystery hairs and crevasse levels of the individual with which we might be forced into a hug.
I'm pretty sure spiny hairs and fissures are one reason Bradley, prior to taking his photos has learned to shout out his warning.
"CLOSE YOUR EYES!"