Tonight, after dinner, Clementine and I were sitting down at the computer, looking at old photos of her. We’d been flipping through iPhoto for about ten minutes, when we came to this image of me that one of you in the MM.com audience had sent in a few years ago. I kind of hesitated for a split-second, and, as I was sitting there, staring at the screen, Clementine turned to me, and, in a serious voice, pleaded with me not to put the photo on “Facebook.” Apparently, at four-and-a-half, she not only knows what Facebook is, but she knows that this particular photo, for whatever reason, should never be shared.
(She didn’t mention posting it to MM.com, though.)
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Ha!
what a great chuckle before going to bed; only now i hope i do not dream of that scary picture…
Wow – that IS a scary picture. When I clicked on it, my Firefox crashed, and gave me an error message. Perhaps if you posted it on Facebook, you could bring the entire site down…
I can see the Viking ancestry now.
It’s the killing-frost Ragnarok behind the cold blue eyes that says, “come spring, me and my buddies are rowing over here to stick an axe in your forehead and not feel bad about it, because that’s what existance seems like to me where I come from.”
I’d hit it.
Is that chuckie? Gives me a whole new impression of you Mark!
Wow. Clementine already perceives that a public image of you looking like a stoned pedophile isn’t good for her social networking? That’s impressive stuff … at least second grade skills. My daughter still thinks this similar picture of me as a princess is super cute. She shows it to all her friends.
Steve Swan … if you followed the link, well, would you at least take a swing?