So I was home with Joy today in between school and her afternoon therapy session, and she was happily watching a video upstairs in the living room, and I thought "Surely it wouldn't do any harm to sneak downstairs and answer a quick e-mail, right?" So I did that, and then one e-mail led to another, and then I quick peeked at Facebook, and Joy was still making happy sounds and so several minutes did go by before I trotted upstairs again to check.
And there was Joy, with her sister's new Christmas camera, which had been imprudently left on the mantel that morning.
The camera was on, rather surprisingly, since it's one of those little streamlined smaller-than-a-deck-of-cards cameras with a not-at-all obvious on/off switch.
More surprising still were the photos on the camera.
Uh-huh. Joy had been taking pictures.
Here's her foot on top of last year's Christmas fleece-boa:
Here's an artistic blurred shot out the living room window, with a bit of a reflection from the video that was still playing:
Here's a shot of the cabinet under the TV:
And here's a partial self-portrait (there were more complete ones too):
My girl took thirty-six photos before I showed up and put an end to the fun.
We didn't teach her how to do it. We've never let her so much as hold a camera before.
WHAT ELSE can she do that we've never let her try?