"Mom, take a picture!"

Every once in a while Bree will ask me to take a picture.  Usually it's of something silly, like her toy lizards "hugging" each other, or her tongue when it's stained blue from a sucker.  And I'll groan and oblige her.

But then, every once in a while, I'll hear that request, and I'll see this:

 Then this (big brother doesn't want to be left out):

And I'm more than happy to oblige.