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Les habiles tyrans ne sont jamais punis.


Here is the cranky terror of the deep State of Tasmania himself. I think that we must have more teeth on the way given his mood all weekend. I did manage to snap this one of him in an executive mood. Consider yourself lucky that you're seeing a smile and not hearing a wail...

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Roddy said…
Do you reckon he may be getting ready for a C.E.O. position somewhere.
He definately looks the part.
13 April 2009 at 19:09
yamini said…
Ez is looking like the perfect "Sonn Gobur". These two Kashmiri words mean a "good boy" with all the nice traits that one would wish for in a man.
I really dont like the corporate world, so wouldn't say anything on the "executive" part.
13 April 2009 at 20:53
Priyanka Khot said…
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Do I need to say anything else :D
14 April 2009 at 01:40
Chris Wolf said…
Slobber on the sleeves was always my clue that teeth were nearing! Would you want him with a grin all the time? That kind of optimist might become damn annoying.
14 April 2009 at 05:38
Colette Amelia said…
That is a picture of an Angel...and I don't believe a word...someone who looks this sweet can't be cranky!
14 April 2009 at 07:23
Kris McCracken said…
Roddy, having just had five months operating in the CEO position, it is safe to say that a baby could do it.
14 April 2009 at 07:57
Kris McCracken said…
Yamini, I prefer 'Sonn Gobur' to 'CEO' too. The chair, however, is known as 'the executive'...
14 April 2009 at 07:57
Kris McCracken said…
Priyanka, are you trying to say that you think he's cute? ;)
14 April 2009 at 07:58
Kris McCracken said…
Chris, slobber EVERYWHERE!
14 April 2009 at 07:59
Kris McCracken said…
Collete, you wouldn't have said that at 11:30 last night!
14 April 2009 at 07:59
KL said…
A smart, handsome and dashing CEO our Ezra is.
14 April 2009 at 09:16
Kris McCracken said…
KL, he is a real ladies man.
14 April 2009 at 10:00
Evening Light Writer said…
What a great, toothey smile! How can you not melt when he smiles like that..even if he's been wailing like a siren for hours.
14 April 2009 at 13:02
lettuce said…
good luck with those nasty sharp bits of ivory forcing their way out...

brutal process
14 April 2009 at 17:13
Kris McCracken said…
ELW, he does have a certain charm...
15 April 2009 at 09:05
Kris McCracken said…
Lettuce, especially when he is learning to crawl and has a cold at the same time.

A challenge.
15 April 2009 at 09:05
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