The Baby Photographer
The Smiths were unable to conceive children and decided to use a surrogate father to start their family. On the day the surrogate father was to arrive, Mr. Smith kissed his wife and said:
- I'm off. The man should be here soon
Half an hour later, just by chance a door-to-door baby photographer rang the doorbell, hoping to make a sale.
- Good morning, madam. I've come to....
- Oh, no need to explain. I've been expecting you - Mrs. Smith cut in.
- Really? - the photographer asked.
- Well, good. I've made a speciality of babies
- That's what my husband and I had hoped. Please come in and have a seat.
After a moment, she asked, blushing:
- Well, where do we start?
- Leave everything to me. I usually try two in the bathtub, one on the couch and perhaps a couple on the bed. Sometimes the living room floor is fun too; you can really spread out!
- Bathtub, living room floor? No wonder it didn't work for Harry and me
- Well, madam, none of us can guarantee a good one every time. But, if we try several different positions and I shoot from six or seven different angles, I'm sure you'll be pleased with the results
- My, that's a lot of..... - gasped Mrs. Smith.
- Madam, in my line of work, a man must take his time. I'd love to be in and out in five minutes, but you'd be disappointed with that, I'm sure
- Don't I know it - Mrs. Smith said quietly.
The photographer opened his briefcase and pulled out a portfolio of his baby pictures.
- This was done on the top of a bus in downtown London
- Oh my God! - Mrs. Smith exclaimed, tugging at her handkerchief.
- And these twins turned out exceptionally well, when you consider their mother was so difficult to work with
- She was difficult? - asked Mrs. Smith.
- Yes, I'm afraid so. I finally had to take her to Hyde Park to get the job done right. People were crowding around four and five deep, pushing to get a good look
- Four and five deep? - asked Mrs. Smith, eyes widened in amazement.
- Yes - the photographer said - And for more than three hours too. The mother was constantly squealing and yelling. I could hardly concentrate. Then darkness approached and I began to rush my shots. Finally, when the squirrels began nibbling on my equipment, I just packed it all in.
Mrs. Smith leaned forward:
- You mean squirrels actually chewed on your, um......equipment?
- That's right. Well, madam, if you're ready, I'll set up my tripod so we can get to work.
- Tripod?????
- Oh yes, I have to use a tripod to rest my Canon on. It's much too big for me to hold for very long. Madam? Madam? ....... Good Lord, she's fainted!!