Say cheese, all ye bretheren

Sunday morning, The Dad was assisting with worship service - this meant I was left sitting alone with The Daughters in our almost-back-row seats. This causes me great anxiety because when I am alone with The Daughters, they outnumber me and I just can't play a zone defense as well as man-on-man without dozens of unwarrented fouls being called.  See, OKC Thunder?  I feel your pain.

None the less, it was the straw I had drawn that Sunday and I would have to deal.  Services got started and we arrived at our first hymn.  We stood up, we sat down and not once did either Daughter sprawl under the seats or jump on the chairs.  Maybe we were finally getting the point of worship.  And the point is to not destroy the sanctuary.

The rest of the service, much to my surprise, went very, very well.  Daughter 2 had secured herself a worship bag and she was busy finding hidden words from the morning's lesson in Goliath's belt.  Daughter 1 appeared to be sitting.  And... what's that?  Paying attention?  Pleased that my years of hissing at them under my breath every Sunday seemed to have finally paid off.

The sermon ended and our prayers began.  Daughter 1 tapped my arm during the prayer.  Initially I ignored her; but ultimatley, all I could think about was Daughter 1's continual tapping of my arm.

"What?" I hissed as I squinted my eyes at the row in front of us lest they turn around and publically shush me. 

"If I'm not a veterinarian, I know what I want to be when I grown up," Daughter 1 excitedly whispered.

"OK," I pronounced and squeezed my eyes shut as I lowered my head again.

"I think it's what God wants me to do," Daughter 1 continued.

I sighed and breathed my, "OK" and assumed the prayer position.

"It's a photographer," she explained answering my unanswered question.  "I think that because I've been taking pretty good pictures in church."  

Wait.  Pictures in church?  My eyes have been opened.

"What pictures have you taken?"  I asked, "And where'd you get the camera?"

"I pulled your phone from your pocket and took portraits of people in church."  Yes, she emphasized the word portraits.

Oh. My. Heavens.  Had I really spaced out enough for her to have captured actual portraits without my knowledge?   Had she been a distraction in any way while she was honing in on her photography skills?  Had she captured anyone sleeping?  Namely me?

Then she shared her portraits with me:

So, you need a portrait of your back side, she's your gal!