I took my youngest son Atticus to the J. Paul Getty Museum on Monday for a photo shoot. It’s easier to take a photograph of a Sasquatch than it is to take a good photo of Atticus. He squirms and spins, runs and dashes all over the shot. Usually pictures of him are just a blur. However, this time round he tried his hardest to please his dad. I would say “smile”…and he would contort his face into what he thought a smile might be. Passerby’s were cracking up at the sight of this little red-headed beauty. I eventually got a few great ones.