Baby M was looking so cute. The diffused light on the patio was workable. I ran in the house to grab my camera. I lifted the camera to my eye, composed, and snapped. With perfect timing and quickness only a toddler has, Baby M lifted her toy camera to her eye. I got a photo full of toy camera. I tried again and, again, she foiled my plan. Again, and again, and again! I started laughing. She started laughing. That smarty pants! She beat Mamarazzi at her own game.