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Against boredom even the gods contend in vain.


Life with a toddle can get - well, let's not mince words - boring. Here's a photo from way back at Easter where Ezra struggles to hide his feelings as yet again everybody stops while Henry goes about in his usual todderiffic way of wandering around aimlessly, chattering away like a mentally ill homeless person.

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Roddy said…
You do realise that as long as I am here Henry will never be homeless. Just pop him in a post pack and mail him to Burnie. If he can wait I will be home in about 4 weeks and can pick him up from your place. If you want to get rid of Ezra as well then I will take the matched set.
Kitty said…
haha.

I love how these fellows just do stuff. No thought, no self-reproach, no doubts.

just do!
Sue said…
And if Roddy ain't about...there is always a place here for either or both!! You can mail 'em C.O.D., that's OK!
Roddy said…
Was Ezra about to say something, or was he only stifling a yawn?
You do know that they both get better looking each time I see them.
Pride or prejudice? You decide.
Kris McCracken said…
Roddy, poor old Henry and Ezra...
Kris McCracken said…
Kitty, they love it!
Kris McCracken said…
Sue, it is a now-upmarket (street) suburb I hear...
Kris McCracken said…
Roddy, they are lovely.
Roddy said…
Thank you.
Kris McCracken said…
Roddy, money on the fridge.

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