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He that will have his son have a respect for him and his orders, must himself have a great reverence for his son.


This photo demonstrates that Ezra needs a shave. Or maybe the other bloke needs a shave. One of them needs a shave, anyway.

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Jim Klenke said…
Boy, thats a great pic.
25 November 2008 at 15:33
Sue said…
It is Mo-vember. At work I keep thinking I have walked onto the set of a really bad porn movie from the 70's (not that I have ever seen one!!!???!)coz all the men have much stubble and creepy moustaches.
25 November 2008 at 17:09
USelaine said…
How are you doing with the sleep?
25 November 2008 at 17:51
Unknown said…
The older fella in the photo mos def needs a shave. The lil' fella is jus' doin' alrighty...
26 November 2008 at 00:40
Anonymous said…
One of them seems relaxed. Think Uselaine spotted the difference.
26 November 2008 at 02:14
Diederick Wijmans said…
That's what parenthood is about!!
26 November 2008 at 15:08
Anonymous said…
*lol* Ezra is in a good mood, but the other guy looks sceptical ;-)
26 November 2008 at 23:51
Kitty said…
aw...a wonderful photo.
everything looks so happy and calm!
28 November 2008 at 09:49
Kris McCracken said…
Jim, I look good, don't I? ;)

Sue, no deliberate attempt to cultivate facial hair, I just really don't like to shave!

USelaine, it has been both better and worse. I can cope though. As key milk supplier, Jen is struggling though...
28 November 2008 at 10:36
Kris McCracken said…
Lolande, spot on!

Mo, I was relaxed, just tired.

Blognote, that and lots of scolding!
28 November 2008 at 10:37
Kris McCracken said…
April, we were both in tune with each other's emotions. I was merely admiring him.

Kitty, that is correct, very calm!
28 November 2008 at 10:38
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