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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!
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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...
8 April 2009 at 15:51
Jagjit said…
Wow! Wonderful Robo Kid! Liked it. Thinking of making my nephew a robo like this. :)
8 April 2009 at 15:53
Priyanka Khot said…
Hahahah!!! sorry for laughing at your plight! but i cannot help myself...

hw many fake letters have u received so far?
8 April 2009 at 17:25
Baino said…
Perfect! Gold!
8 April 2009 at 18:18
KL said…
Pretty soon perhaps that day will come when robots deliver letters.
8 April 2009 at 20:41
G. B. Miller said…
Run to the hills! Robo Kid is on the loose!

Thanks for the morning smile.
8 April 2009 at 20:51
Chris Wolf said…
Do you think Henry will ever mention this in therapy?
8 April 2009 at 23:12
Anonymous said…
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I would like to exchange links if its ok with you.

should you decide..here is my

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8 April 2009 at 23:40
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?
9 April 2009 at 12:33
Kris McCracken said…
Tania, two kids is my limit. On that I have PUT MY FOOT DOWN.
10 April 2009 at 16:26
Kris McCracken said…
Jagjit, they don’t seem to require too many bells and whistles.
10 April 2009 at 16:27
Kris McCracken said…
Priyanka, about three million.
10 April 2009 at 16:27
Kris McCracken said…
Baino, better than bronze!
10 April 2009 at 16:27
Kris McCracken said…
KL, and then ROBOTS will go on murderous rampages!
10 April 2009 at 16:27
Kris McCracken said…
Chris, if this is the worst I do to him, he’ll have had a fortunate life!
10 April 2009 at 16:27
Kris McCracken said…
Anonymous, no problem!
10 April 2009 at 16:27
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.
10 April 2009 at 16:27
Tania said…
How manly of you.
She comes with accessories - sure you can't be persuaded?
10 April 2009 at 19:03
Kris McCracken said…
Tania, why don't you sell her for parts? You get more than when you sell them whole...
13 April 2009 at 10:19
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