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By golly I have been busy today. To ease the strain, here is Ez getting in some early bull riding practice. As is the namby pampy politically correct norm these days, I couldn't find a farmer to let us use their bull.

Insurance costs, they tell me!

No wonder the world is going to hell in a hand basket!

[Anyone who can spot the link between the content and the title will have earned respect!]
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USelaine said…
Your thoughts are always too nuanced for my old brain. On a brighter note, I can advise that you talked to the wrong farmer. You need mutton.
4 March 2009 at 17:52
Sue said…
OMG...I LOVE mutton bustin'!!!!!
Please get Henry and Ezra some sheep!!!
It's enough to make a girl go out and adopt some children (as I am now too old to give birth anymore) so I can have some mutton busting kiddies here!!!
Yee Haw!!!
Does the title give us the merest hint that the content of your post is tongue in cheek??? Just my thought on this....???
4 March 2009 at 21:58
EG CameraGirl said…
On a simpler note: my, isn't Ezra growing up fast? Does he often this happy? Love his cheerful face.
4 March 2009 at 23:59
MurciaDailyPhoto said…
Children and their things.
At least I have time to see-read your blog again. I was very busy last days.
And I was very worried about my 16 months old son. Last week he was operated by a problem in the tear drainage duct of one of his eyes. The time of the operation seemed eternal. Although only lasted half an hour to half an hour later did not know how the operation had passed. Luckily it seems that everything has gone well and that your problem is solved.
5 March 2009 at 00:29
Debbie Courson Smith said…
I was thinking mutton busting, too, it will be so worth it if you would be a good daddy and buy them a sheep.
5 March 2009 at 02:52
Anonymous said…
That is the cutest picture! What a happy face :) (I'd watch out for him, he's even charming old cynics like me, the girls will be queueing up in a few years)
5 March 2009 at 07:43
Kris McCracken said…
Elaine, I hate to admit it (and I'm going against the grain of commentators), but the whole mutton busting business makes me a little uncomfortable. I'm sure that I would have loved it as a kid, but it seems so needlessly cruel. I've always had a touch of the animal liberationist in me though.

Toddler mixed martial arts is fine with me though, just as long as furry creatures aren't hurt in the name of entertainment!
5 March 2009 at 08:39
Kris McCracken said…
Sue, I can't believe no-one knows their Hemingway!
5 March 2009 at 08:39
Kris McCracken said…
YEGTG, he is happy most of the time. I've no idea where he gets it because I'm a miserable bastard.
5 March 2009 at 08:40
Kris McCracken said…
MDP, I'd hate to think how I'd feel if one of my two lads had to have an operation. I'd struggle to cope with the nerves!

I'm very glad to hear that things for your little bloke has turned out for the best.
5 March 2009 at 08:42
Kris McCracken said…
Diva, sheep are too dumb for me. I like cows. Maybe we could get him an alpaca. How smart are they?
5 March 2009 at 08:43
Kris McCracken said…
Jackie, I expect Ez to be quite the Lothario when he gets older. If I had any tips for him, I'd share them, but alas I'm not sure how much help I would be...
5 March 2009 at 08:45
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