I stole the camera

I always love the camera. If someone takes my picture I always want to see it right away on the back of the camera. I seriously have no idea how you old people got by waiting days sometimes weeks before seeing your pictures.

Today dad left the camera on the coffee table. He was so busy writing in his work blog he didn't even know I took the camera.

Here are pictures from the point of view of a three year old.

Mommy of course is the first picture I wanted to take.

I love my little brother, but sometimes all he ever does is follow me around. Right now that is ok.

This is Berk from my point of view.

Here is my big guy home. My address is 123 Play Street, just send me letter.

This is the big giant guy house.

This is Berks swing that dady just got from the store.

This is my Harley. I park it outside in the rain. Driving all the way around the house to daddy's garage is way to far.

This is my flame bike. I ride this one on the streets with daddy.

This is Aunty Joni's green monster truck. If you look close you can see where I touched up the paint.

Berk can't follow me up here.