No spring, nor summer beauty hath such grace As I have seen in one autumnal face

Go on then, here's another sleeping baby for your enjoyment...

Henry has a new trick now. Every time that you tell him off, he looks up and somehow increases the size of his eyes by around thirty percent. He then blinks a few times to generate a teary-eyed appearance, and follows with "Henry loves you so much, Daddy".

I would be appaled if I wasn't impressed at his early - however crude - grasp of emotional manipulation. He's a chip off the old block all right!

Comments

Priyanka Khot said…

he is such an adorable baby!!!

I wish I could have such a calm sleep anytime this whole week...

I love the fact that children everywhere are the same. Emotional manipulation is one of the life lessons that no school in the world teaches but children from across the globe can claim to be masters of the stream.

Proud of Henry...heheh

16 March 2009 at 18:19

G. B. Miller said…

Now that is a picture of serenity that will take away whatever grief you might be going through at the time.

Emotional manipulation? Be glad you don't have a daughter, because 1) it gets worse when they get older and 2) it's much worse with a female.

16 March 2009 at 21:29

KL said…

Lovely...
Hahahaha...don't we all do such emotional manipulations all the time :-D?

17 March 2009 at 09:20

Kris McCracken said…

Priyanka, you should hear him giggle!

17 March 2009 at 12:12

Kris McCracken said…

G, every day I thank the gods that I have two sons. I'm scared of girls.

17 March 2009 at 12:13

Kris McCracken said…

KL, they learn it early. I blame his mother...

17 March 2009 at 12:13

KL said…

So, we learn how to do all the emotional manipulations from mothers :-D? Well, mother is the first and foremost teacher of a child (which of course many mothers are forgetting nowadays) :-), so no surprise there.

19 March 2009 at 10:25

Kris McCracken said…

KL, I'm better at guilt trips than Jen. She's all bribes and brute force.

19 March 2009 at 19:12

KL said…

I am still trying to understand the meaning of that statement.....

21 March 2009 at 09:37

Kris McCracken said…

KL, I have been described as an "emotional terrorist".

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