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What're you rebelling against, Johnny?


I can't decide, a young James Dean or a young Marlon Brando?

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Anonymous said…
How about a quizzical Henry?
Kris McCracken said…
Roddy, well, he never stops asking questions these days. If he asks me again "what are you doing Daddy?" one more time...
Anonymous said…
Try; "But why"?. Because I said so, that's why. "Ok. But, why"?
Hello Jase.
yamini said…
We don't want to see Henry as anyone else. He has his own signature style and that is just perfect. Donot mess with it please...:))
The picture is awesome, specially Henry's face, against the green-grey backdrop.
By the way, what was Henry asking this time?
KL said…
Why not just Henry Mckracken (err..did I spell it correctly)- the next generation Marlon Brando?

Is there any chance a crocodile might be hiding in those bushes behind (that's where they love to hide)?
LOL! Adorable shot, and Fabulously cute new icon photo.
It is better that he is a rebellious person that a future apathetic person.
In life you have to be anti with what surrounds us in improving our environment. Or something else.
Doc said…
If he had a switchblade, he could be either one, but my money is on Brando.

Doc
I don't know, I think he looks contemplative..not rebellious..as though someone has told him something quite interestinf and he is pondering it.
Kris McCracken said…
Yamini, it seems to be a variation of "What you doing daddy?"
Kris McCracken said…
KL, this is more Great White territory than croc country!
Kris McCracken said…
Mary, I can see it on the walls of teen girls the world over!
Kris McCracken said…
MDP, as long as he has respect for his father!
Kris McCracken said…
Doc, Henry with a switchblade? [Shudders]
Kris McCracken said…
ELW, maybe he is contemplating being rebellious?
Roddy said…
Doesn't Jase read this blog?
Hello Kris!
Sue said…
Hello Kris! Hello Roddy! Hello Jase!
Sue said…
Oh yeah...hello Frances!
Kris McCracken said…
Roddy, I think that he may be a lurker. He's only commented once, and that was a cruel and spiteful comment aimed at dear little Henry™.
Kris McCracken said…
Sue, it's a message board again!
Kris McCracken said…
Sue, man, it's club penguin in this joint these days.

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