Since I don't yet live in perpetual fear of the kid, I recently decided to hand her scissors. Sharp ones. But before I teach her how to run in traffic while holding the scissors, I figured I would help her put together a scrapbook of our Disney trip. I started by printing all of my photos from Orlando, as well as all of the ones that Alexis took with her camera.

In total, there were over 600 photos, so I didn't really look at them until Alexis and I were sitting on the floor cutting paper and searching for the perfect photo for each page. Once I really looked at those pics? I promptly noticed a pattern.

I have in my possession at least 20 photos just like that one.

If I ever find myself in need of photographic evidence that the cousins were looking mighty good when I was in my 30's, I've got it. And how.