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Peace begins with a smile


Sometimes the sign of new little teeth can light up the world at a time that it needs it. Here is Henry doing his best to get his little brother to smile. He had great success.

I'm thinking of taking Ezra out on tour to smile at people. It seems to help.

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Babzy.B said…
we can see through his look how is admire and love his brother ! A child smile is gift for sure :)Nice photo !
Dina said…
Great idea--a goodwill smile tour by Henry! Do it!
Another famous quotation which might be appropriate for this photo: "Peace begins when the hungry are fed."
Love that toothy grin.
Kris McCracken said…
Bazby, Ezra is a very generous young man. He must be to be so positive to Henry at the moment.
Kris McCracken said…
Dina, I'm not sure that people would be keen to spend the evening with Henry given his behavior. Ezra, however, has been impeccable.
blackie said…
maybe it's the white bib, or the high chair, or the outstretched hand, but ez is kinda reminding me of the pope in that pic.
Kris McCracken said…
Blackie, a direct line to God? Handy for certain circumstances!

He is a little angel, but it makes me wonder who Henry may well have a direct line too...
KL said…
Yep, he indeed does help me - makes me smile as well and lights up my days. :-). More Ezra please (hope Henry doesn't feel neglected ;-)).
Dan said…
Getting new teeth is also a painful process too as I recall! Babies smiles do have a tendency to light up a room.
Nathalie H.D. said…
Aren't kids the best remedy against life's miseries? What a sweet sweet photo!

I followed your links to the dreadful events in Australia from floods to bushfires. The bushfires received quite intensive media coverage here in France. It's a national tragedy.
Anonymous said…
Wow. What a nice smile this is.
Kris McCracken said…
KL, there are plenty more where that came from.
Kris McCracken said…
Dan, Ez seems to be taking it in his stride.
Kris McCracken said…
Nathalie, kids do have their uses!

I think that the bushfires are wearing everybody down. There is still a bit of summer left to run, so it's not over yet.
Kris McCracken said…
Abe, it's a million dollar smile!
Dina said…
Oh, yeah, I meant to write Ezra, not Henry. I had a lot of those name slip-ups while with the Bondi kids, often calling my grandson Edo (my son's name) by mistake. Must be a grandmother thing.
Kris McCracken said…
Dina, I used to get so angry with my parents when they'd call me by my brother's name (they still do).

It took me about 45 seconds to mix up names after Ezra was born.

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