The Smiths were unable to conceive children and decided to use a
>surrogatefather to start their family. On the day the proxy father was to
>arrive, Mr.Smith kissed his wife good-bye and said, "Well, I'm off now. The
>man shouldbe here soon." Half an hour later, just by chance, a
>door-to-door baby photographerhappened to ring the doorbell, hoping to make
>a sale. "Good morning, Ma'am", he said, "I've come to..." "Oh, no
>need to explain," Mrs. Smith cut in, embarrassed, "I've beenexpecting you."
>"Have you really?" said the photographer. "Well, that's good. Did you
>knowbabies are my specialty?" "Well that's what my husband and I had
>hoped. Please come in and have aseat". After a moment she asked,
>blushing, "Well, where do we start?" "Leave everything to me. I usually
>try two in the bathtub, one on thecouch, and
perhaps a couple on the bed.
>And sometimes the living room flooris fun. You can really spread out
>there."
>"Bathtub, living room floor? No wonder it didn't work out for Harry
>andme!" "Well, Ma'am, none of us can guarantee a good one every
>time. But if wetry several different positions and I shoot from six or
>seven
>angles, I'msure you'll be pleased with the results." "My, that's a
>lot!" gasped Mrs. Smith. "Ma'am, in my line of work a man has to take
>his time. I'd love to be Inand 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
>hisbaby 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 theirmother was
so
>difficult to work with." "She was difficult?" asked Mrs. Smith.
>"Yes, I'm afraid so. I finally had to take her to the park to get the
>jobdone right. People were crowding around four and five deep to get a
>goodlook" "Four and five deep?" said Mrs. Smith, her eyes wide with
>amazement. "Yes", the photographer replied. "And for more than three
>hours, too. Themother was constantly squealing and yelling - I could hardly
>concentrate,and when darkness approached I had to rush my shots. Finally,
>when thesquirrels 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,uh...equipment?" "It's true, Ma'am, yes... Well, if you're
>ready, I'll set-up my tripod andwe can get to work right away."
>"Tripod?" "Oh yes, Ma'am. I need to use a tripod to rest my
>Canon on. It's much toobig to be held in the hand very
long."