normally, when i’m getting ready to photograph a seven year old boy i’d make sure i was up on the latest potty humor. there was no potty humor needed with this young man. you see, we talked politics (being the president is a tough job). we talked fashion (should he wear the plaid shirt or the green shirt). we talked architecture (that window with glass blocks is pretty cool). we talked nutrition (m&m’s are better than skittles). we talked the arts (he sings a mean rendition of “i’m singing in the rain”). his mom informed me that he was referring to our time together as our “date”. oh, melt my heart! well, he was a perfect gentlemen on our first “date”.






















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