Every summer, my kids go on little adventures with my parents. This year, my daughter got to visit Liberty Science Center for a day of experiments and learning - her complete cup of tea. My son went for a ride on a pirate ship where he blasted some scurvy-riddled rival pirates with water cannons - HIS complete cup of tea.
As a little treat, I like to get them disposable cameras for these trips. They can take pictures of whatever they want. When they've reached the end of the film, we go to the store and have doubles printed up. We then make photo albums: one to keep and one to send to Grandma & Grandpa as a thank you.
So this year, my daughter took her camera and used it right up. She took pictures of the New York skyline and candids of my parents. My son, on the other hand, had a few pictures left to take when he got home so we haven't developed his camera yet.
Last night as we were getting ready for bed, we were discussing the past few days. I noticed that my son was holding his camera and didn't think much of it. "So, what type of pictures are on there?"
"Well, there's some pictures of Grandma...some of Grandpa... some of the car..." Nothing too exciting, but it doesn't matter. Those pictures are a memory we like to keep. It's a little tradition.
Then I heard Click! "Mommy, I just took a picture of you!"
Oh, did I mention I had just gotten out of the shower and was standing naked in front of the mirror?
Time to start a new tradition.