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Eliot has taken over my photo library.

I password protect my phone from Violet stealing it, sneaking off, hiding and spending hours watching Diego and doing puzzle apps. But the camera you can access without the password and she has launched herself into the world selfies and artistically configured still life. 

How can I not share?

 "Look at Scooty, he looks so cute. I need to take a picture!"

 I actually took this one, but that guy is biking around with a sheath of arrows on his back. How cool is that. Or how menacing.

Sometimes she grabs the phone from me and says something like, "I need a picture of the tuk-tuk, we're talking about tuk-tuks in school" and sometimes I just open my phone to find a dozen pictures of a spoon. It secretly makes me happy to have a window into her mind. Except of course when I find myself looking like a grumpy Quasimodo in the background. Those ones I didn't not post and permanently deleted. Sorry, Eliot. I'll explain this to you when you can read.