..probably because I am a cruel, twisted, sadistic person.
I torture him mercilessly.
Then I take pictures, so in the future I can scar his psyche some more. Perhaps at his graduation, or wedding, or first date I will bring these pictures out and display them proudly. With a straight face, of course.
"Good one, Mom. I'll just type that up on my invisible typewriter. Hmm hm hm hmmm..."
He's such a good baby. He lets me put things on his head, laugh loudly and take pictures, all without a single peep of protest.
Although even if he did protest, that probably wouldn't stop me.