There I was. Stretched out in a pool of sunshine. Working on my tan. Mom comes along with her mobile Doo-Hickey:
“Smile, Kimber! Sit. Roll over. Lay down. Stay. Say ‘cheese.'”
While the Doo-Hickey is clicking away.
Anyway, Mom says she’s going to “post” the clickey things from her Doo-Hickey. Whatever that means. Then she says:
“Kimmi, How’re we gonna caption these?”
What “we,” Kimo Sabe?