On my back porch, early morning:
JD: You look beautiful this morning.
Me: I’m SURE I do.
JD: No really, I wish I had my camera.
Me: So, go get it. I want to see just how lovely I look.
JD: Seriously? Ok, wait here.
(Goes to get camera. Shoots several pictures.)
Me: OK, let me see them.
JD: You mean now? But they haven’t been processed.
Me: “PROCESSED”? You mean like Photoshop? I thought you said I looked BEAUTIFUL.
JD: Well, you know. I look at the whole picture.