Except that when it came to eating her own cake (her grandmother was nice enough to make cupcakes for her and her friends at daycare), Zoe was having none of it. To make matters worse, instead of picking her up, I stood there with my camera, snapping pictures of her misery. I’m a bad dad, and when I show this picture to all of her friends when she turns 14, she’ll be sure to tell me so.
photographic ramblings of thomas scott 