Dear Diary: Blame it on the Bellboy
You might say that this is a not very good picture of my grandson Will — because, you’d observe, he is always so much cuter than this. Even with the milk dribbling down.
Over and over and over again, however, the beautiful pictures of Will fail to be taken, because Will knows how to throw a banana into the lens.
Prophylactically, therefore, I propose to interpret Will’s many “off” photograths as the mug shots of serious bad guys: hypothecating accountants, defalcating lawyers, and so on. Here, for example, we have Junius Q Lawsby, just back from an amortization swindle at Atlantic City — more amazed that you wanted to take his picture than he is shy about his wide-ranging peccadilloes.
Give the kid a cigar, somebody!