Picture Perfect

This month, we applied for our passports. So this happened:

Emile totally got his serial killer on. Granted, he had a raging sinus infection and trimming the beard just wasn't on the top of his priority list. The rest of us have no excuse.

In totally unrelated photographic news, one night before bed I showed Finn how to reverse the camera on my phone so as to facilitate the taking of selfies. I hesitate to admit in public that I just recently figured this out myself and previously thought other people were just really good at centering themselves in their own pictures.

So this happened:

 You're welcome.

Confucius Say

Tonight, over dinner, we were discussing all the things that Larkin and Finn now do for themselves that they used to need Emile and I for. Specifically, Larkin was explaining why it was sometimes nice to have us read a book even if she could read it herself.

Emile (in his best Buddha voice): Do you not know the essence of the universe, young one?

Larkin (immediately): Quarks?

Emile (losing his sonorous tone in his surprise/confusion): Well, yes, unless you believe the string theorists... but I meant Change, grasshopper!

Larkin: I was pretty sure it was quarks. Unless they've recently discovered something smaller that Jenny doesn't know about yet.

Clearly, philosophical grounding has not been a focus at our house lately.