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The most wasted of all days is one without laughter.


Can you believe it, I've finally managed to capture Henry with a smile on his face!

This is right up there with the Loch Ness Monster, Bigfoot, and Brett Lee taking a crucial wicket!

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Priyanka Khot said…
Priceless! This proves: Persistence pays
yamini said…
Lovely photograph.

Henry's smile is way beyond all the three examples that you gave, though. What did u do to keep him in such good humour?

Ezra in the background is a bonus, especially with his He-Man attempt to pull the bed.

Thanks for putting up Henry, that too, a smiling Henry with the same lock of unruly hair (I love his hair!!!), after a long time.
KL said…
I see all of them - Henry, Ezra and I am guessing Jen's feet :-). You should have captured her in the pic as well :-). Yes, it is amazing that the philosopher king is smiling. Simply great :-)
KL said…
ALSO MANY MANY HAPPY RETURNS OF THE DAY.........IT IS YOUR BIRTHDAY ON MAY 7TH AS PER ORKUT'S MESSAGE. THUS, I HOPE YOU WILL HAVE A GREAT BIRTHDAY TOMORROW. DON'T EAT ALL THE CAKES - SHARE THEM WITH YOUR BLOG-FRIENDS AS WELL :-). HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU (feeling sad that you are getting soooooooooo ollllldddd... :-P)
Jackie said…
Wow, he looks really grown up when he's smiling.
frances said…
Henry and Ezra look relly happy in this photo did jen bring them to pick you up. Henry looks eally happy he must of been eating something good.
Kris McCracken said…
Priyanka, have a camera switched on at ALL times!
Kris McCracken said…
Yamini, we let him play on the play equipment!
Kris McCracken said…
KL, she is very strict about the use of her image rights.
Kris McCracken said…
KL, I am not much a cake eater. Fortunately my family doesn’t let it go to waste!
Kris McCracken said…
Jackie, he is a big boy now.
Kris McCracken said…
Frances, they had a very good day that day. Ez got a toy and Henry some new socks.

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