DAFT

I told him today I was struggling to get enough 'sensible' images for his 2018 photo book.   This was his response. Caught him unawares later, however.  Extras of trees and handsome lad. 

 He was sniffly today, so we abandoned the swimming plan and he asked for a 'road trip.'  Truly the pre-teen years are upon us.  It's less, 'Play chases in the woods!' and more, 'Let's just drive somewhere.'  It's less 'Are we there yet?' and more 'What happens if one of the 62 moons gets loose from Saturn's gravitational pull?'?