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You never understand a point until you fail to explain it to the child.


One of the great things about the camera I got for Christmas is the shutter speed option. It makes photographing the toddler all the more easier! Here he is doing laps inside the Henry Jones IXL building. It's a lovely spot, and they've done a great job transforming the old jam factory into a la-de-da yuppie hotspot, but fair dinkum whoever is in charge of the cafe in there needs to work on their customer service!

BAH!

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SH -ic said…
he grows ..cna you see the cm
17 May 2009 at 21:18
Roddy said…
The look of apprehension on the childs' face as he is about to bolt. How big a head start did you give him before giving chase? What a classic shot. Oh for a camera when you and your brother were young. That's right we had one, however it took forever to use up the film and get them developed. The moment was over. Pity.
18 May 2009 at 18:37
Candie said…
Yes true.Great pic!
18 May 2009 at 20:25
Kris McCracken said…
One, he is about a metre high now, at two and a half!
19 May 2009 at 11:36
Kris McCracken said…
Roddy, you need a time machine!
19 May 2009 at 11:37
Kris McCracken said…
Candie, you do get to keep learning things as they ask you to explain them. I know a lot more about astronomy than I ever did before!
19 May 2009 at 11:37
Roddy said…
It is surprising how much ridiculous stuff is in our heads. All it takes to find is a childs; "But why daddy"?
Unless of course you are their Mum. Thank god mums take the bulk of the questions.
19 May 2009 at 18:44
Kris McCracken said…
Roddy, I had to explain tidal movements yesterday.
20 May 2009 at 08:31
Roddy said…
Did you tell him that it is to do with the moon. Or does that become too complicated? I'm sure I can find a book explaining that. What about the one on astronomy that I bought him last time home?
22 May 2009 at 20:43
Kris McCracken said…
Roddy, I have endeavoured to explain it.
23 May 2009 at 19:13
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