“Can I take a picture?” It’s a common refrain whenever I bring home the small point-and-shoot I use in the classroom.

The Girl especially likes going for photo walks in our back yard.

I tag along with a camera too big for her even to hold, taking pictures of her taking pictures.

Back in the house, we transfer the pictures to the computer. I straighten a few of hers, delete several blurred ones, and correlate them with my own photos.

“You’re silly, Tata,” I hear behind me, “Taking pictures of me taking pictures.”