"I'm a monster," said my son, dangling my old Nikon camera behind his back.
"I can see that," I said. "What's your special monster power?"
"Scary faces!" he said. "I can make a scary face that makes you make a scaredy face!"
I instantly put on a poker face. "I'd like to see you try."
He puckered his face for a few seconds, then went, "Graaahh," and screwed up his eyes and stuck out his tongue.
"Eeeeeeee!!" I cried, opening my eyes and mouth as wide as I could.
As smoothly as a three-year-old can, he pulled out the camera and took a blurry picture of my "scaredy face."
"Oh no!" I said. "Now everyone will know how scared I was! You're a very scary monster."
I pretended not to help him print the picture off the computer, and pretended not to watch him stick it on the fridge, and pretended to be horribly embarrassed when I found it there.
It was a good day.