What I Contend With

Sorry for the fuzzy photos below, but I'm lucky to have gotten these at all. We were at a baseball game and I was trying to get some action scenes on the field. I happen to notice that Tristan had wandered off (my mom was supposed to be watching him while I was getting some shots) and I think he was just leaving to go home or something. He's not one of those kids who wanders a little way and then comes back when he feels like he's gotten too far from his mom. Nope, he'll just keep on going.

I think he might have been heading to Michigan. That's the direction he was pointing anyway.

He got up the hill and I yelled down to my mom to go get him (I was standing precariously at the top of the bleachers in some slippery, mud-covered crocs). She rushed off to chase him down and yelled, "TRISTAN, YOU GET DOWN HERE RIGHT NOW!"

He turned, crossed his arms and said, "No!"



And she said, "Don't you tell Grandma no or you're gonna get a spankin'!"



And he goes, grudgingly. But look at that face!