You are a scrapper’s son. You have your photo taken hundreds of times each week. Some times willingly, most times not. The photos that make it into your albums up to this point have been entirely up to my discretion. That changed today. As you were riding bike, you hopped off and said, “Mom, take a picture of my butt!” When you were denied, you put on a little wiggle dance and laughed, “Mom! Picture my butt!” So I snapped it. Not my proudest moment, but in the end these pages are about you...about your life...about your choices. So here it is in all it’s glory. The photo of your behind.