I remember my mom being a little annoyed when my brother and I used up a roll of 12 taking pictures of ourselves pretending to have a birthday party. We blew out candles on some leftover cake, wrapped up household items in newspaper and took photos of each other opening them. And this was when I was in college. I'm sure I was not allowed to so much as touch the camera during my elementary years.
My kids, on the other hand, can take 147 pictures of their play-doh creations and I never have to develop a single one:
My oldest son likes to take pictures of everything he builds with Legos, which makes it not so traumatizing when his creation gets crushed by a younger sibling:

I think I am going to open a gallery with the kids' photos. Think of the discussion that could be stirred by a piece like "Overturned Teapot":

This artsy shot I like to call, "The Floor." (I have several similar photos, so it apparently took many, many tries to get it just right):



Ah, it's the perfect melding of technology and art.
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I have an idea: When your children prepare to leave home, present them with flash drives loaded with all 27,000 photos that they will have taken by then ;)
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