My phone is a hot commodity in our house. Even though it's "against the rules" to play on mom's phone and kids "aren't allowed" to sneak photos and videos - I quite often find these little gems.
This is our "splits" practice. She's amazingly bendy for being a product of our gene pool.
We're perfecting our duck face. I still haven't figured out the duck face but it must be part of the initiation into teenagerhood.
The dred-locks indicate that this was a morning photograph. She is the most notorious for phone-thieving.
Silly cheeser who never brushes her teeth and screams when I hold her down to do it. She will probably need dentures before she reaches puberty. (pretend I don't sound like I've already given up on her teeth).
These two are both mini-me's. And they are weird like me.
Ok - they are all weird. I love it - what silly girls.
The boys are surprisingly absent in this representation of phone thievery. That is not to say that they aren't part of it - they just generally take ninja videos which are long and awkward and I choose not to post here.
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