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As a repayment to Jen for posting her picture up last week, I felt it my duty to square up today with this shot of hers of Ezra and myself in the shower. Consider it payback for Henry too, as he was snapped in the shower way back in June last year.

Ezra is quite a fan of the shower actually, very keen to have the water stream down his face, which I am told some kiddies don’t like at all. I don’t know, both mine seem to like it.

You might have noticed some odd bits and pieces cropping up on the blog here and there. Forgive the indulgence, but I am fobbing off some creative writing upon you poor hapless soles. Both to test stuff out, and to relieve me of thinking up a whole other bunch o’ nonsense to post two or three times a day!

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Anonymous said…
I didn't need to see that.
Baino said…
Kute kid .. .nuff said.
Kris McCracken said…
Hallam, you needn’t be scared of your desires...
Dina said…
You handsome devils!

My grandsons take their bath together. Dean pours bottles of water over the little one's head. Eyal is a good sport about it.
Good that Ezra likes the water in the face too.
Kitty said…
ha, what a deliriously happy face he has on!!

wonderful photo!
Vince said…
jeez you're a good looking thing Krispy
Kris McCracken said…
Dina, Henry tries to push my head backwards under the shower head, which is somewhat less cute.
Kris McCracken said…
Kitty, he does like to smile, that's for sure.
Kris McCracken said…
Vince, now you're getting fresh with me!
KL said…
Uhh....Ezra's smile made my day. It's early morning here, sat down with a cup of tea and saw the pic and yipeeeeeeeee...But, I have an advice for you - don't try to compete with Ezra :-P. No chance, you are going to win; Ezra - definitely the first prize.
Kris McCracken said…
KL, good to hear. I don't compete with them, merely advise...

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