Take for instance, this afternoon, when my new reflectors arrived in the mail (thanks for the recommendation, Nicole!) and I wanted to try them out.
Are these little people willing to help me, simply out of the goodness of their hearts, given that I carried them for nine long months and birthed them into this world?
Oh, hell no. Their cheeky mugs do not come for free.
And even when they're on a paying gig, I sometimes get faces like this:
Determined NOT to have a good time, this stubborn, yet adorable, clone of his father refuses to flash me his winning smile.
Instead, he makes faces like this, hoping I will give up and go away:
I do not go away. I am determined to get my money's worth, so I hold out and wait. Lucky for me, I know his weak spots, and start working on them right away.
I tell a few jokes. I make fun of myself. I laugh out loud at him. And still he tries his darndest to hold out.
He is getting weaker. You can see that his strategy is failing him.
He wants so desperately to win this battle of wills.
But, eventually, he gives up, and I get what I came for.
There. Was that so painful, you little stinker?
It's a good thing he's so darn cute. Otherwise, we might have given him away long, long ago.