The other day, Benjamin (6) came running in from outside.
"Mom! Where's your camera? The sky is just GORGEOUS today!"
I briefly explained which button to hold down and how not to block the lens with fingers, and he took off with the camera.
This is the picture he took:
Then I guess he passed the camera off to Lily (4), because she brought it back to me with this addition:
"It's the wall," she explained proudly. "I took that."
Ah, well. At least SOMEONE takes after me. Taking, ahem, low-quality pictures has been a long-standing tradition in my family, and I would hate to see it end with me.