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Here is the little bloke letting everybody know what he thinks about this thing we call "solids".

In conjunction with Henry, Ezra and Jennifer, I've come to a decision.

There is something terribly liberating about making an important decision. Often, such decisions seem far more difficult than they actually are, and when you stop for a moment, clear your head and have a good hard think about it, it’s then you realise that in reality, it’s actually one of the easiest decisions you’ve had before you...

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Sue said…
Is your decision something to do with work? Would it be something to do with perhaps...NOT working where you are anymore?
I would think that would be very liberating decision to make if you were not happy where you worked!
USelaine said…
Ah, finally, another baby! I'm hoping for twin girls, actually. For balance.
Colette Amelia said…
I hope it was to hire body guards for that cute kid!
Anonymous said…
That is the best picture of Ezra yet. Though I can't figure out why he looks so perky after all those sleepless nights ...
KL said…
So, what was Ezra's comments about solid? What are his thoughts on the other states of matter :-D?
Kris McCracken said…
Sue, it always gets back to work when we think about unhappiness...
Kris McCracken said…
Elaine, I'm still suffering post-traumatic shock from Henry. No, I'm not sure that more babies is on my agenda.
Kris McCracken said…
Colette, he can handle himself okay.
Kris McCracken said…
Jackie, Ezra's constant smiling is one of life's real mysteries...
Kris McCracken said…
KL, Ez is very supportive of solids. He endorsed the pancakes I made this morning.

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