Today, I saw a sign in the coffee shop that read, “Make Time for Silly.”  Hum, I’ve never had a problem with that.  I wonder if the trait has been passed down to my kids.  Let’s look for proof.

Exhibit A – We went to Mall of America for lunch.  Stopping by LEGO Land, I saw an opportunity for a photo.  Ugh.  Smudged camera lens, courtesy of children with sticky hands playing Pokemon Go on their father’s phone.

Exhibit B – After cleaning off the lens, I wonder to myself why in the world they cannot look at the camera even when I say repeatedly before a photo, “Look at me!  Look at me!  Look at me!”  Ugh, a split second later, they looked somewhere else.

Exhibit C – Hearing me complain over and over again about their troubles in looking at the camera.  The next photo actually proved that they were listening to me.  Ugh, thanks guys.

Exhibit D – Returning home, it was perfect snowman snow.  An opportunity not to be missed.  After repeated attempts, I finally got all of the smiles that I wanted and eyes looking at the camera.  Everything in its place, except poor Kirby the Beagle photo bombing from the window.  Nice move, little dog.

Yep, I think it’s safe to say that I did a pretty good job teaching my kids to “Make Time for Silly.”