A Christmas photo essay. My father comes into the living room. Flip camera in hand, making a record of the day (complete with commentary). My mother looks decidedly apprehensive.
Nonetheless, she leans forward, obligingly, towards the camera - if still looking as though it's not quite what she wants to be happening ...
... but all is well! Simba is, indeed, the true star of the show.
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