"Have you taken a picture yet?" Stuart asked me this when he walked in the door around dinner time. I had the counter covered with baking sheets and fajitas. Chicken Fajita Pizzas were on the dinner menu. I'm a one-thing-at-a-time girl and putting pizzas together was my one thing.
"Take a picture of what?"
"Of the kids. Have you seen the kids?"
"Oh. That." I had seen them but it hadn't occured to me that it was a moment. The pizzas, you know.
Stuart put down his computer case and, still in his jacket, he grabbed the camera to record the children (re) blackening their faces.