Yesterday was Honor’s Day for Girl at school. I got there early and reserved front row seats for me and her dad. Then I ran to Wal-Mart and got fresh batteries for the camera. I was so pleased on two counts. One that I remembered the camera, two that I got batteries for it. I’m notorious for not covering either one of those. It’s a digital camera and the card holds about seventy-five pictures. I turned it on to double check the battery and the number six flashed up on the screen. Cool. I could take 69 photos if I so desired.

Wrong. ;( The ceremony started and I was clicking away cause my girl’s in lots of activities and she was being called up left and right. And then it happened. “CARD FULL” flashed up on the screen in bold red letters. Wah. The earlier “six” had indicated there were only six available shots left. I started pressing buttons trying to figure out how to delete some of the old photos that had already been downloaded (yes, I know I should clear the camera card when I download, but… without deleting the pics I’d just taken. I know there’s a way to do this but I can’t figure it out, especially because I’m getting flustered.

My husband leans over and says in a loud whisper, “What are you doing?”

“Trying to delete some pictures.”

“Why? You said you had the camera ready.” This comes with an accusatory look since this is his baby’s last honors day at elementary school.

“I made a mistake.” So shoot me, preferably with the camera but that’s not possible since the card is full.:(

“Well, have you got it now?”

“No. I don’t know how to delete them without deleting all of them. You do it.” I hand the camera off to him like a hot potato.

He looks at it as if I just tossed a live grenade into his lap. “I don’t know how to do it. What do you usually do?”

“Girl does it.” Whining is unattractive in general. I’m not proud to say that my whispered whine was even worse.

While another class was presented their character awards, my husband skirted the group and from the back of the fifth grader called Girl over. In about 5 seconds she took care of it, gave us both an embarrassed look and returned to her seat.

Pa-the-tic.