let lemons be angry

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Boys.

I must have registered myself for Toby Huynh's fan club, because I get regular photos of him by email. Here he sings a song from Mulan. If you can't hear it: "Why do you give me daughters when I ask for sons!" I sent over some stickers from the art camp to make sure he doesn't forget me.

And below: Nathanael from Beijing. I seem to get along best with tyrannous two-year-old men who say, "carry me!" I gave him one and a half holga rolls to play with and taught him how to manipulate the color flash. "Stand by the fridge!" "Stand there!" "Hold the tar (car)!" He's a pretty good photographer already.







My mother and I agree that they like me because I take them seriously. At the art camp there was this little man:
and he told me one day with earnest eyes blinking, "I have to go for a meeting! A small one." And sometimes he would rush off and tell me, "I have to go to work."
"Alright," I'd say, and watch him run off to tap on the toy laptop.

Maybe because I hated being talked down to as a child. When asked "who's your very bessstt friend in school?" I said straight, "You wouldn't know her."