He's at an age where he sees a camera in my hand and almost instantly becomes a cartoon character instead of the sweet little boy I was going to take pictures of.
But I lucked out today.
Maybe it was because he was worn out from dirt biking with Bill.
Maybe it was because he was happily eating a piece of blueberry coffee cake I'd just made.
I don't question why.
I just take as many pictures as I can before the moment passes.