The Baby Photographer

The Smiths were unable to conceive children and finally decided after years of trying to use a surrogate father to start their longed-for family.

On the day the 'proxy father' was to arrive, Mr. Smith kissed his wife goodbye and said, "Well, I'm off now. The man should be here soon."

Half an hour later, just by chance, a door-to-door baby photographer happened to ring the door-bell, hoping to make a sale.

"Good morning, Ma'am", he said, "I've come to..."

"Oh, there's no need to explain," Mrs. Smith cut in, much embarrassed, "I've been expecting you."

"Have you really?" said the photographer. "Well, that's good. Did you know that babies are my specialty?"

"Well that's what my husband and I had hoped for. Please come in and have a seat." After a moment she asked, blushing, "Well, where do we start?"

"Just leave everything to me. I usually like to try two in the bathtub, one on the couch, and perhaps a couple on the bed. And sometimes the living room floor is fun. You can really spread out there."

"Bathtub, living room floor? No wonder it didn't work out for Harry and me!" she replied.

"Well, Ma'am, none of us can guarantee a good one every time. But if we try several different positions and I shoot from six or seven angles, I'm sure you'll be pleased with the results."

"My, that's a lot!" gasped Mrs. Smith.

"Well ma'am, in my line of work a man has to take his time. I'd love to be in and out in five minutes, but I'm sure you'd be disappointed with that."

"Don't I know it," said Mrs. Smith quietly.

The photographer opened his briefcase and pulled out a portfolio of his baby pictures. "This was done on the top of a bus," he said.

"Oh my God!" Mrs. Smith exclaimed, grasping at her throat.

"And these twins turned out exceptionally well - when you consider that there mother was sooo difficult to work with."

"She was difficult?" asked Mrs. Smith a little frightened.

"Yes, I'm afraid so. I finally had to take her to the park to get the job done right. People were crowding around four and five deep to get a good look."

"Four and five deep?" said Mrs. Smith, her eyes wide with amazement.

"Yes", the photographer replied. "And for more than three hours, too.The mother was constantly squealing and yelling - I could hardly concentrate, and when darkness approached I had to rush my shots. Finally, when the squirrels began nibbling on my equipment, I just had to pack it all in."

Mrs. Smith leaned forward. "Do you mean they actually chewed on your, um... equipment?"

"Yes, it's true, Ma'am, yes it was horrible. Well, if you're ready, I'll set-up my tripod and we can get to work right away."

"....Tripod?" she gasped?

"Oh yes, Ma'am. I need to use a tripod to rest my Canon on. It's much too heavy to be held in the hand very long."

With that, Mrs. Smith fainted!!