Grown-ups never understand anything by themselves, and it is tiresome for children to have to explain things to them always and forever.

Here is the last of the boys with balloons series, and it features the pugnacious pair attached to their respective dirigibles. I have lose plans to take both of them to the beach tomorrow morning, so hope to have some moody shots to share with you all if the cloud persists.

Pros and Cons of Toddlers Part FOUR

Pro #4: They're TRUSTING. You can have a lot of fun with a toddler. You can tell them that you used to have a pet crocodile, and they'll believe you. You can tell them that dinosaurs died out because they didn't brush their teeth and they'll ooh and ahh and start bushing their teeth. You can tell them pretty much anything, and as long as you keep a straight face, they'll earnestly nod and murmur positive thoughts.

Con #4: They're UNTRUSTWORTHY. They lie. All the time. Well, maybe they're not lying, and just have bad memories, but you can't rely on the to consistently hold up their end of a deal. So the next time you bargain half a lolly snake up front for a poo on the toilet, don't hold your breath on hearing that PLOP.

Comments

Diederick Wijmans said…

Only a well balanced adult is able to read the mind of a child!!

24 May 2009 at 02:54

Kitty said…

ha. omg.
they are so darned cute, though.

24 May 2009 at 22:29

Kris McCracken said…

Blognote, yet the act of reading unbalances the mind!

25 May 2009 at 09:58

Kris McCracken said…

Kitty, they are all right...

25 May 2009 at 09:59

yamini said…

Lovely portrait. God bless them both!!!!

25 May 2009 at 14:54

Kris McCracken said…

Yamini, I have some good photos from the weekend up my sleeve.

25 May 2009 at 14:57

Hold me now, oh hold me now, until this hour has gone around. And I'm gone on the rising tide, to face Van Dieman's Land

Theme Thursday again, and this one is rather easy. I am Tasmanian, you see, and aside from being all around general geniuses - as I have amply described previously - we are also very familiar with the concept of WATER. Tasmania is the ONLY island state of an ISLAND continent. That means, we're surrounded by WATER. That should help explain why I take so many photographs of water . Tasmania was for a long time the place where the British (an island race terrified of water) sent their poor people most vile and horrid criminals. The sort of folk who would face the stark choice of a death sentence , or transportation to the other end of the world. Their catalogue of crimes is horrifying : stealing bread assault stealing gentlemen's handkerchiefs drunken assault being poor affray ladies being overly friendly with gentlemen for money hitting people having a drink and a laugh public drunkenness being Irish Fenian terrorist activities being Catholic religious subversion. ...

Ah, Joe, you never knew the whole of it...

I still have the robot on the job. Here you can see the Tasmanian Museum and Art Gallery . And here is a poem: Soliloquy for One Dead Bruce Dawe Ah, no, Joe, you never knew the whole of it, the whistling which is only the wind in the chimney's smoking belly, the footsteps on the muddy path that are always somebody else's. I think of your limbs down there, softly becoming mineral, the life of grasses, and the old love of you thrusts the tears up into my eyes, with the family aware and looking everywhere else. Sometimes when summer is over the land, when the heat quickens the deaf timbers, and birds are thick in the plumbs again, my heart sickens, Joe, calling for the water of your voice and the gone agony of your nearness. I try hard to forget, saying: If God wills, it must be so, because of His goodness, because- but the grasshopper memory leaps in the long thicket, knowing no ease. Ah, Joe, you never knew the whole of it... I like Bruce Dawe. He just my be my favourite Austral...

There was nothing left. No reason, no conscience, no understanding; even the most rudimentary sense of life or death, good or evil, right or wrong.

Here is a self portrait. I’m calling it Portrait of a lady in a dirty window . Shocking, isn’t it? However, it is apt! Samhain , Nos Galan Gaeaf , Hop-tu-Naa , All Saints , All Hallows , Hallowmas , Hallowe'en or HALLOWEEN . It’s Theme Thursday and we’re talking about the festivals traditionally held at the end of the harvest season. Huh? No wonder Australians have trouble with the concept of HALLOWEEN. For the record, in my thirty-two L O N G years on the planet, I can’t say I’ve ever seen ghosts ‘n goblins, trick ‘n treaters or Michael Myers stalking Tasmania’s streets at the end of October. [That said, I did once see a woman as pale as a ghost turning tricks that looked like Michael Myers in late November one time.] Despite the best efforts of Hollywood, sitcoms, and innumerable companies; it seems Australians are impervious to the [ahem] charms of a corporatized variant of a celebration of the end of the "lighter half" of the year and beginning of the "darke...

This will hurt me...

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