The Photobomber

I was walking down the hall way and poked my head in Mimi’s room just to say hello and see what she was up to.  As is often the case lately, she was so engrossing in what she as doing (It was important teenager stuff!) that she barely acknowledged me. I had gone about three steps when my girl called me back.

“Wait Mom, come back here! You look really nice today.  Your hair is good, dark wash jeans, cute top, well done make-up…I approve.” 

“Um…thanks Sweetie” I replied, “now what do you want?”

“Nothing” my daughter laughed.  “I just think you look really nice today.”

Shaun just happened to be heading down the hall (Yes, we have very busy halls in our house.) and overheard our conversation.  He stopped to take a good look at me.  “I agree with Mimi, you look especially pretty today.” 

Intrigued with my apparently irresistible splendor, I ran to the nearest mirror to gaze upon myself.  As I peered at my reflection, I came to the conclusion that my family was nuts.  I looked about the same as I always do.  Still, I optimistically pulled my phone out of my pocket to see if I could get a good picture of myself. 

Seeing a movement out of the corner of my eye, I looked over to see my husband leaning against the wall watching me with a huge grin on his face.  “What?” I asked. 

“Do you know what a photobomber is?” he asked me. 

“No…I don’t think so” I replied, “what is it?”

“Just keep trying to get the perfect shot and I’ll show you.”

Now, if you know anything about my husband, you’ll know that he has a wicked sense of humor and isn’t afraid to use it.  In short, he isn’t to be be trusted when he’s sporting that wicked grin.  Keeping one eye on Shaun, I practiced tilting my head every which way in order to capture the special something my family insisted was there that afternoon.

I finally figured out the perfect angle and was all set to push the shutter button when Shaun shoved his way into my picture showing me exactly what a photobomber does.


Isn’t he cute in a blurry sort of way?

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