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There are two things that are wonderfully miraculous about this picture:- My camera is obviously still working ~ sort of. I have to hold it 'just so' and put pressure on the lens 'just right', but it's better than the alternative of buying a new camera.
- My son escaped the 'camera breaking incident' with his life intact.
Meaning he had to climb and reach to grab it. And he did so with the grace of a 4 year old, didn't have a good hold on it and dropped it to the wood floor.
Breaking one of my favorite lenses {the 50mm}.
Had you been present in my house at that moment...well, I cried. And had the presence of mind to have my son remove himself from the room before I did something I would realllllly regret later {and he had the wisdom to move quickly!!}.
After some manhandling of my camera, I was finally able to remove the broken lens and put another one on to test the camera and make sure the body was still working. And not rattling.
So far, so good.
Zachary was apparently aware of how seriously upset I was and quickly tried to smooth things over with me by apologizing and drawing me a picture.
This is a self-portrait of him standing in front of a table selling his toys to help earn money so that he can buy me a new camera.
His idea ~ not mine.
Anyone in the market for some beat-up toys? They won't be cheap...