It was bound to happen. Rand and I take a lot of photos. But this is basically like spotting bigfoot:
This is a photo of my father. SMILING. Let’s take a closer look, shall we?
You’re probably thinking, “Meh. No big deal. I mean, lots of people have fathers who don’t smile that much, right?”
At which point I would say, no, no, no. You don’t understand.
And goodness, here’s another one where he almost is:
Somebody buy me a lotto ticket and keep an eye out for bigfoot, because at this point, anything goes.