The Defender

My little defender.

Brycey and I were running through the sprinklers and Bart decided to come out and snap some impromptu photos that I, let's just say, wasn't ready for. I mean, can a girl ever be ready for photos in a bathing suit? So Bryce and I pulled an ol' army move called the "bait and switch." No wait, that's a sales technique. Anyways, I ran for cover and Bryce became my body guard.

"NO DADDY! DON'T TAKE PICTURES OF MOMMY. I SAID NO!"
To be honest, I don't know where he gets the sassiness from.
okay, okay.

Ok, fine, I surrendered because the boy was getting a little worked up and well, I don't want him to think that all people should have complexes about being in a bathing suit in a photo.

So we surrendered. Sort of.