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Philosophy, n. A route of many roads leading from nowhere to nothing.


I figure if I am going to bombard you with some experimental text, you can cope with a bit of fiddling with an odd image. Try and work this one out.

Think of this as a poem, but it is rally more a list.
Henry squeezed my toe until it bruised.
Henry threw a ball at my head.
Henry bit me on the arm.
Henry hit me with a mallet.
Henry pulled my hair.
Henry rolled a high chair over my foot.
Henry pinched my ear.
Henry yelled at me.
Henry cried.
Henry shouted.
Henry wailed.
Henry told me that he loved me.

Comments

KL said…
Lovely colors. Don't blame everything on that poor soul Henry!.
Kris McCracken said…
KL, I am not ascribing blame, merely noting actions...
Anonymous said…
Another Dad who is a toy!

Kris- I don't think your link is working on the theme thursday page- it links back to theme thursday! I came here via a circuitous route!
Kris McCracken said…
Cinnamon, thanks for the heads up. I've fixed it now. My actual post is two below, although this picture is of a toy too.
The Clever Pup said…
This is a really good image, I remember these things from the doctor's waiting room and the accompanying text made me tear up. Good job.
Kris McCracken said…
The Clever Pup, sometimes I tear up too, especially when Henry launches himself on my delicate area.

He knows when to throw in an "I love you daddy", a kiss and a hug though. This tells me he is smart.
Colette Amelia said…
now if you could somehow harness that innate ability...body guard, kung fu master?

isn't it nice that he does love you? I would hate to see what he does to people he dislikes!
Squirrel said…
and the amazing part is that Henry got all of this accomplished in a single afternoon.

Love the wooden toy.

all children should have mallets, as it can be frustrating to be a child and stomping or screaming isn't always enough.
Kris McCracken said…
Colette, as I have noted in the past, he reminds me of a small, white Idi Amin...
Kris McCracken said…
Squirrel, thankfully the mallet was a blow up one. He did brutally assault me with it though.
Baino said…
Ooh I love a wiggly waver, I've got one somewhere but can't remember where I put it. The kids never really liked playing with them but I did . . he bites! Wow wanna nip that one in the bud! All other misdemeanours are acceptable tho. Won't be long before you have two of them beating you up . .armour is called for.
Kris McCracken said…
Baino, I need that dude who made the anti-bear armour...
Priyanka Khot said…
Awwweeee loved the list-poem. And the video u posted was also so so so cute...


To answer your question about India Gate:

Situated in the heart of New Delhi, India Gate is prominent landmark in Delhi and commemorates the members of the erstwhile British Indian Army who lost their lives fighting for the Indian Empire in World War I and the Afghan Wars.

Established 1921
Unveiled 1931

The structure is erected on the Rajpath, the street where the Republic Day Parade is held annually on 26th Jan.
Kris McCracken said…
Priyanka, India Gate looks HUGE.

Maybe we need to build one for Henry?
Sue said…
Gee, Kris...I never took you for a whinger!! hehehe
Ahhh...but doesn't the last bit make it all good!??
Babzy.B said…
beautiful poem list with a cute happy ending :)
Kris McCracken said…
Sue, sometimes one must vent.
Kris McCracken said…
Babzy, he stuck a stick in my ear last night and while I was writhing in agony, again he said "Henry love you daddy".

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