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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.
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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
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