It’s Thomas’ birthday today. He started out the day by calling his family (who are all overseas), then we headed down to our favourite Thai restaurant for a late lunch. Once we were finished with our meal, we went to pick up some free birthday bagels at a local bakery, and headed to my grandparents’ house for some Arabic coffee (which I don’t drink). After we got home, we had a few more hours of daylight left, so I convinced him to take some pictures with me by the window (it actually snowed here again a couple of days ago, and the snow was melting, making our backyard into one huge puddle, so there was no way we were taking them outside). Here’s the result.
The pictures of course started out quite normal, then proceeded to be more and more odd.
We got a few really cute ones in.
Then Thomas started to get bored. So I took a few pictures of him.
Which of course also started out being cute.
Then progressively got more and more peculiar.
Until it became unmistakably evident that he was fed up with my camera-obsessed ways.
Clearly it’s possible to be tortured on your own birthday.