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All my life I've looked at words as though I were seeing them for the first time.


It's that damned robot again.

This time he's delivering letters!

Comments

Tania said…
Classic! Evie is looking at the photo and thinks it is most hilarious.
Speaking of Evie, would you like to adopt her? She is driving me crazy today...
Jagjit said…
Wow! Wonderful Robo Kid! Liked it. Thinking of making my nephew a robo like this. :)
Priyanka Khot said…
Hahahah!!! sorry for laughing at your plight! but i cannot help myself...

hw many fake letters have u received so far?
Baino said…
Perfect! Gold!
KL said…
Pretty soon perhaps that day will come when robots deliver letters.
G. B. Miller said…
Run to the hills! Robo Kid is on the loose!

Thanks for the morning smile.
Chris Wolf said…
Do you think Henry will ever mention this in therapy?
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Kitty said…
oh my!!

how do you not look at such a scene and not laugh out loud? Do you ever laugh?

Or do you merely stand seriously with hands on hips?
Kris McCracken said…
Tania, two kids is my limit. On that I have PUT MY FOOT DOWN.
Kris McCracken said…
Jagjit, they don’t seem to require too many bells and whistles.
Kris McCracken said…
Priyanka, about three million.
Kris McCracken said…
Baino, better than bronze!
Kris McCracken said…
KL, and then ROBOTS will go on murderous rampages!
Kris McCracken said…
Chris, if this is the worst I do to him, he’ll have had a fortunate life!
Kris McCracken said…
Anonymous, no problem!
Kris McCracken said…
Kitty, I am very stern. I never laugh at home. It will lessen their fear and respect for me as a father.
Tania said…
How manly of you.
She comes with accessories - sure you can't be persuaded?
Kris McCracken said…
Tania, why don't you sell her for parts? You get more than when you sell them whole...

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