endearing shot. and props to the photographer, for getting it and letting your mom (and you) have it.
Would have been funny if you woke up during the newscast and peeped your head over the desk.
Reminds me of when I was a kid. My single mom worked hours and hours every night out of a pizza place a friend owned making bread to sell the following morning. She converted our family van into a little kid's room with Legos, a little TV for the Nintendo, and blankets, but I just wanted to be with her and would sleep in office chairs or under tables so that I could be by her while she worked. Love my mom to complete death, she's given everything in life for her kids and I'm so thankful for that.
In another "It's amazing this was allowed" story, my dad used to take me into the cockpit of passenger aircraft and tell me which buttons to press during the flight. On one occasion the extra cockpit seat (jumpseat) was taken so I stood up on takeoff and landing holding on to the back of my dad's seat
"Okay viewers at home, I'm being handed a note... this is breaking news. 'Mom, can we go home now?'"
Now this has me wondering just how many news channels have children behind their desks.
This looks so much like some romanced version of the 90's to me. Something straight out of a movie.
News Anchor business getting bigger with what the technology helped them achieve with the news (news helicopters man! Live car chases!), the haircut and look, the professional career woman slash mother, and the cute blond-ish kid seemingly only waiting to turn this into one of these comedies where the lead character is a kid doing shenanigans in a serious adult world. It's only missing NYC or LA, a cool street smart black guy giving a piece of advice, and you know exactly what type of 90's music
When I was a kid my parents owned a donut shop. I used to sleep on unopened flour bags in the stock room.
I know this exact feeling. My dad was a newspaper editor and I'd usually go to his office after school. We didn't have a studio (which is way cooler), but we did have giant ass printing presses in the basement. I usually hung out down there.
At the time I hated that we always stayed late for this reason or that, but looking back (now as a journalist myself) I wouldn't trade those memories for the world. Can't wait to have my own kid annoying me one day while I try to finish a story on deadline.
this is amazing. turns the unfamiliar world of newscasting into a friendly, homey place