J-A-C-K

So apparently, you could tell what the extra special baby present was in the last post, or at least what it spelled, but not why it was cool. Here it is up close:


And now, imagine opening it, as four separate frames. You think, "Oh, wow! Frames! That's a thoughtful baby gift." Then you notice that all the photos in the frames are different, and they don't look like the typical stock photos that come with the frame when you buy a frame. So you open one up and discover that they are actual photographs, developed by Ritz camera. And you think, "Oh...wow... they, um, took these pictures themselves. Of a downspout and a doorway and a close-up of a wrought-iron fence and some kind of... bleachers... thing..." And you ask your husband, "Why would Pubby and Lucy send these to Jack?" And your husband says, "Maybe they think Jack needs to develop a finer sense of urban 'found' art than his parents." And after your husband sets them all up together on the bookcase, you stand back and pretend to be an appreciator of urban "found" art, and you squint and think, "Is that a J? Hold on, is that a C?..." And you both exclaim at the same time, "Oh my god!" because you finally get it, and you immediately feel incredibly sheepish, especially since you almost threw away the "stock photos" in the frames to replace with your own, and even more especially when you almost threw away the real photos because you just thought your friends had weird taste in art. And you hope nobody ever finds out how dense you are, except everyone's going to know exactly how dense you are because it's too funny not to put on the blog. Or maybe that's just me.