A bit of Laughter

So my son has once again proven to me that even when you feel down forcing yourself to get out and do something can help. My husband and I who like to go for walks to take pictures decided that now that my son is just about five years old we should get him a real camera for Christmas. No more Fisher Price that takes crappy pictures but a real camera that he can take decent pictures with.
So we went shopping and found a relatively decent camera that didn't cost more than I could afford to flush down the toilet the first time he decided to drop it in a puddle. He seemed underwhelmed about it and was way more excited over the Nintendo Wii Donkey Kong game he got instead but here is to hoping the value over time is more than the game.
Feeling a bit down in the dumps yesterday I forced myself to get out of the house and so I offered to take him picture taking at the "Duck Park" near where we live to try out his new camera. He got very excited and we headed out as soon as we could after rounding up socks, shoes, jackets, a visit to the bathroom and donning it all again, found some mittens and a scarf and toque (aka about an hour later haha)
I felt much better surprisingly after that.
Then today while him and I were looking at his pictures again because he wanted to show them to me he found a blurry one. He looked up at me with an unhappy look, raised one eyebrow and said "But it's blurry". I did my motherly duty and tried to reassure him, I told him that was fine with the intention of following it up with such sage advice as.. you are still learning and you'll get better as you do when he shakes his head and looks at the picture again and then at me. He tells me "No, I don't like blurry pictures. I want to delete it."
After a grin I didn't dare show I solemnly nodded and said okay, that it was up to him and that if he didn't like his picture he could delete it. And so he did.
I don't know too many not quite 5 year olds who look at pictures and critique them, nor do I know too many who are capable of not only deleting them but fixing the red eye in them without help...but that's my son. Biased I may be but I thank him for every moment of joy and cheer that he shares with me.