I think dad’s camera is broken – it’s taking ghost pictures!
His next picture was much better, a true representation of where I had been the whole time.
See dad? I’m right here, not behind the door. Nope. Not behind the door. Just here, sitting, watching you pretend to work (while secretly taking pictures of me).
Despite this, dad asked me “what were you doing behind there?”
I said “I wasn’t doing anything.”
Since dad’s eyes were clearly playing tricks on him (maybe he’s working too hard?) I said “see you later, dad” and hopped off.
I think dad needs to get his eyes checked out. Because I was clearly, definitely, certainly not up to anything behind the door there.
-Gus
Gus! We know you were up to something back there.
The meanie, accusing you of hiding behind the door when clearly that picture is a photo-shopped ghostie!
Will the truth ever be known?
Tee hee…. how could you doubt such an innocent little face?