Bus Stop (8)

After picking him up from football camp he refused to get changed.

He then moaned on the walk from the car park to the shoe shop that his legs were cold.

I then re-mortgaged the house to buy him some new school shoes.

He moaned some more, about having cold legs.
He moaned some more, about how boring it was in town.
He moaned some more, about having cold legs.

So I made him sit in a bus stop.

Which he was overjoyed about.

No amount of processing will correct the photographic flaws, but it is one of those sort of days.