Kids go through the weirdest stages. Ransom and Memphis are going through what I will lovingly call the ‘tweenie-gangsta’ year.
Now I probably have Bieber to thank again for this one, but really, who knows. As I looked through our pictures of 2011 so far, I have found an inordinate amount of hand gesturing, from the peace sign to indescribable finger contortions. Just about everything but the bird (which they probably reserve for when I’m not looking).
Take Memphis’ throw down here on the dino egg wheel at Busch Gardens (please note that the dino egg wheel is about twenty feet high total and has five or six eggs for the toddlers to ride in—a baby ride if you will)
Take a look at this classic on the Catapault, also at Busch Gardens. They are making those faces on purpose, not because they have eaten bad BBQ. Rock, paper scissors, anyone?
Ransom and Jet at Chesapeake Bay. Oh yea, you’re bad, hugging your adorable little brother there on the beach in your matching rashguards. Go. I mean, YO.
What are they doing? This is what being a tween looks like, apparently.
Some parents might become exasperated and demand that the hand signs stop—this is posterity after all. Me? I just keep the camera rolling. They are going to be teenagers soon and I WILL use all means necessary, including embarrassing blackmail photos, when needed. We probably do need to cut back on the teen pop stars though…noted.