It never fails.
At the one moment I most need to use my phone’s camera in a hurry, to capture something fleeting and with the potential to get me some serious double tap action on Instagram, the message of sadness appears:
“You are out of storage space.”
One glance at my camera roll will usually tell me why. I’m not the problem … it’s these selfie-loving, movie-making fools:
The “Peter Parker” selfie.
The “I’m-in-a-tree-12-feet-off-the-ground-precariously-holding-mom’s-phone-with-outstretched-arm” selfie.
The “Will our chicken and waffles ever get here?” selfie.
The “I Can’t Even” selfie.
Because 386 selfies mixed with 239 screen shots of puppies and One Direction don’t take up quite enough space, the children like to supplement with their cinematography skills. They call this one “Ninja Under Influence of Tranquilizer Dart:”
The kids and I are going to have a nice little sit-down about the proper use of mom’s iPhone camera. But first, let me take a selfie!
