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Old age is the most unexpected of things that can happen to a man.


To continue the Henry double feature today, here is the little wrinkled prune at two and a half years!

He's eating cheese!

Comments

Roddy said…
You want to take Henry to work with you and then he can eat cake. Or is that only for the staff?
KL said…
Oh Dear! if at 2 and a 1/2, he is an old man, then what are you :-P?
Two things: my second name is Elmo, and cheese is the food I don't like.

Funny.

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Valery

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EG CameraGirl said…
Eating cheese is so good for him that I'm sue he'll grow to be a very old man indeed!
Kris McCracken said…
Roddy, they did have cake again the other day. I never eat it.
Kris McCracken said…
KL, I am like Peter Pan.

Only more jaded and cranky.
Kris McCracken said…
Irredento, Elmo is a good middle name, and how can you not like cheese?
Kris McCracken said…
YEGTG, fingers crossed he lasts long enough to pay for me when I retire...
Roddy said…
Kris, my son, I am almost retired. Are you going to look after me?
Priyanka Khot said…
Henry has just started.... don't retire him so soon :P
Sue said…
Do you remember getting a trophy when you were little for being "The Best Cheese Eater"??????
I remember...I was at the ceremony when it was presented to you (at your Aunty Heather's)
I was sooooo proud of you!!!! hehhehehe
yamini said…
Henry is awesome (once again) though, this time too, he doesnt make any serious effort to be so (as usual).
Kris McCracken said…
Roderick, not a chance!
Kris McCracken said…
Priyanka, I have to put him to work first!
Kris McCracken said…
Sue, I am sure that I earned it.
Kris McCracken said…
Yamini, he did another poo on the toilet today...
yamini said…
Hi Kris, thanks for keeping us updated... :)
KL said…
How long does the nose grow?
Kris McCracken said…
Yamini, you will be glad to know that there was even more poo in toilet bowl on the weekend too!

Very exciting stuff.
Kris McCracken said…
KL, about eight inches.

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