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What Jesus blatantly fails to appreciate is that it's the meek who are the problem.


Here is Henry seated on a stool, after drinking a glass of milk.
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freefalling said…
Posted at 1.00am!
Go to bed.
23 January 2009 at 10:15
Kris McCracken said…
Ah, but the robot did that. I instructed it to do so at 8 pm (and the Ezra one that came up at 9 am).

I like to stagger them out you see. Not splurge all at once.
23 January 2009 at 10:35
Carola said…
Cheeky - I like this word. When my son Andreas was 1 year old, we travelled to England. An old lady was looking at him, than she said: "he is a cheeky boy". That moment I didn"t know this word. But I now know - she was right.
And yes Henry has this cheeky smile.
23 January 2009 at 19:14
Kris McCracken said…
Carola, I do like the word cheeky. Henry is VERY much a cheeky boy!
23 January 2009 at 19:26
Kitty said…
what a photogenic little boy!!

I have to keep in touch to see how he looks 10 years from now. I betcha the girls will be chasing him down the street!
26 January 2009 at 13:12
Kris McCracken said…
Kitty, he's already tried his hand at chatting up the girls. Although at the moment, he just says "Hello" and then follows two feet behind...
26 January 2009 at 19:05
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