After years of having a camera shoved in his face at every given opportunity, Jackson finally decided that he hated having his picture taken and for the last eight months or so has run away or hidden pretty much 90 per cent of the time I whip out my Nikon.
However, we had a little chat the other day about how much he liked looking at photos of himself when he was much smaller and I explained to him that one day he would want to see how cute he was at five and it would be a real shame because there would be no record of what he looked like at all.
He thought about this and then decided that, okay, he would let me take his photograph RIGHT THAT MINUTE and I could take it of him being completely natural while at the same time displaying his rather magnificent collection of Dino Lego (thank you, Dave).
This, dear friends in the internet, is the result…
I honestly have no idea what to say when I look at this last picture. Except perhaps nice clean nails buddy, good job.