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Happiness is not an end — it is only a means, and adjunct, a consequence.


This one is MEGA old, taken at least a month and a half back. I like the black power salute, and I think that we all know the answer to the question posed by the little froggie on the book.
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Priyanka Khot said…
awwwwweeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!

so so so so cute! I love his book too... looks like inflatable floaters.
20 April 2009 at 19:42
Roddy said…
Thank you for the perfect views of two perfect children.
Pride is a terribly difficult thing to live with.
I'm quite sure that I will survive though.
20 April 2009 at 20:07
Candie said…
Lovely picture :)

about the quote:"happiness is a warm gun" i dunno i had that in my head :)
20 April 2009 at 20:12
Jim Klenke said…
Hes a cute kid. Your labels/tags need work, LOL.
20 April 2009 at 21:43
Mary Stebbins Taitt said…
For SURE! CUTE!!! Adorable, darling! LOL!
20 April 2009 at 21:59
EG CameraGirl said…
Wonderful photo...even if it is so very old. ;-)
21 April 2009 at 02:41
Unknown said…
Nice photo. Great salute, that. Harmless in a kid but I remember when it got a lot of people into the news. Thank god we live in different times.
21 April 2009 at 04:45
KL said…
Yessss......it is the little babboo that is the prettiest (fluttering eyelashes) :-)....
21 April 2009 at 08:29
Kris McCracken said…
Priyanka, it is a waterproof book.
21 April 2009 at 08:52
Kris McCracken said…
Roddy, they’re MY kids. I’M the one who should be proud!
21 April 2009 at 08:52
Kris McCracken said…
Candie, I’ve never fired a real gun. Unless you count an air rifle. Therefore I can’t comment on whether happiness is illusionary or not.
21 April 2009 at 08:52
Kris McCracken said…
Jim, poor old Ez. His labels are buggered!
21 April 2009 at 08:52
Kris McCracken said…
Mary, we like him.
21 April 2009 at 08:53
Kris McCracken said…
Your EG Tour Guide, now that I come to think of it, it is probably two and half months old!
21 April 2009 at 08:53
Kris McCracken said…
Lolade, there should be no problem with being proud of who you are!
21 April 2009 at 08:53
Kris McCracken said…
KL, both of my lads have tremendous eyelashes.
21 April 2009 at 08:53
Neva said…
What an adorable picture....he sure is the cutest thing!
21 April 2009 at 13:06
yamini said…
Of course we all know the answer to that. the answer lies in the picture itself, isn't it?

Thanks for another cute pic of Ezra, it made my day :)
21 April 2009 at 14:16
Roddy said…
Kris, you should be very proud of both of your children. Why did I just say that? Of course I know that both you and Jennifer are the proudest parents. I can see it every time we are there.
My statement comes from my belief that Jen and yourself are raising two very well adjusted kids.
My pride comes from knowing that I don't have to worry about any of you.
My love and pride comes from knowing that I have nothing to worry about.
21 April 2009 at 16:19
Kris McCracken said…
Neva, that is true.
24 April 2009 at 18:54
Kris McCracken said…
Yamini, got it in one.
24 April 2009 at 18:54
Kris McCracken said…
Roddy, money on the fridge.
24 April 2009 at 18:55
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