"OK, I have a new sympathy for your job. I know you bring joy to so many people's lives by creating AWESOME photographs, but I staged my own photo shoot with Nathan this weekend and barely survived it. I seriously thought I might keel over. I took him to this awesome playground/park area here called Riverwalk. It's like Holcomb Gardens but much bigger, lots of water, trees, pretty leaves, etc. I had this all pictured just right, with awesome pics to capture my baby boy… now that he's going to be THREE….WELL… no wonder you guys bring a WHOLE CREW with you when you shoot! I needed an army to get him to look semi-not-retarded, of course he had green snot, then I'm underneath this playground thing taking a picture upside down and landed in sand, I had sand up my butt, a snotty kleenex in my pocket… and Nathan has this concerned look on his face, going "Momma? What you doing? Yer not post to be down there…" then I'm like, OKAY… sit here on this rock and DON'T MOVE because I'll have to sacrifice the camera to come in after you and I can't swim very well. Then he's like, "EW… MOMMA….dare's goose poop….. EW. Dat is SO gross…." I'm like, shut up, this will be a great picture. Don't touch the goose poop. Then later I put him in a tree, it was SO cute, and he's hugging this tree…. I'm exhausted by that point, but hopefully we got some good pictures! Then, as we're walking back to the car (for the sucker I promised him for good behavior) He goes, "Momma? remember when I was in dat tree?" (Yes, Nathan, it was two minutes ago….) and he goes, "I looked precious in dat tree…." sigh….here's to good, dedicated, LIMBER photographers like you!!!"