What kind of Mom?

 

What kind of mother...knows that her son is coming home with his new(to him) dream (his) car and doesn't check the batteries in the camera?

I heard the jeep coming up the driveway last night.  I grabbed the camera and ran out the door, aiming it towards the driveway.  Mark told me that if I was looking for my son, I had better turn around.  Sure enough, he had turned off the driveway and drove through the yard, coming around the back of the house.  It was too dark to get a decent photo and Andy was already out of the jeep when I  got to him.  I snapped one photo (as you can see) when the batteries in the camera went dead.

Bringing home your first Jeep is like getting married or bringing home a baby...a certain Kodak moment.  Once it's over, it's OVER!

A good mother woud have had fresh batteries.