Smile for the Camera

The store photographer, Mr. Mitchell, had been very busy. "Just one more subject, and I'm done for the day," he thought. Mrs. Milton registered to have her five year old son Henry be photographed.

"Alright Henry, I need you to smile for the camera."

"I won't do it!"

"Come on Henry. Just look at the friendly birdie."

"No! I don't want my picture taken."

"Listen dear," said her mom. "Let the nice man take your picture. Now please smile."

"No! I'm not smiling, and you can't make me."

"Listen Henry, I'll give you this chocolate bar if you'll smile."

"No!"

"I'll give you this nice yellow ball too."

"No!"

"How about this bag of marbles too? Will you smile for me now?"

"If you throw in two bucks as well, then I'll smile for you."

"Deal. Okay, great smile. Now just say cheese."

"I hate cheese." Henry then kicked Mr. Mitchell in the knees. He stormed out of the area dragging his mother with him.

Mr. Mitchell rubbed his bruised knee. "That does it. I'm quitting. That's the fifth time I've been kicked this week. I'm getting into a less dangerous job. Tomorrow, I'm applying to be a demolition's man. Kaboom."