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Don't wait to be hunted to hide, that's always been my motto.


This one is just a few days old. Only managed to get on to look at the camera, however.

Guess who got the sultanas...

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Roddy said…
Would it be the one with the empty container at his knee?
These kids are getting more photogenic by the hour.
Sue said…
Methinks there was something much more interesting happening over to the left.....
Kavita Saharia said…
EZ looks so cute but my dear Henry...is he getting too much fond of TV....
tony said…
What A Brilliant Warm Grin!
Wishing You & Yours A Fine Sunny Weekend.
Regards
tony.
Jackie said…
Ez has the look of a man with sultanas in his sight. I'd recognise that look anywhere.
KL said…
Another pricelessly cute (my own invention of English) picture of Ezra. Of course, each one got a Sultana.
Roddy said…
I do believe the teeth make the smile.
Those boys of yours are better looking every time I see them. And I only look at your blog about four times a day, sometimes more.
yamini said…
I Looooove Henry's mop of hair and by the look of it, even Ez seems to be growing a similar one.
Whatever you do, plz, plz, plz keep their hair the same way, until they themselves decide to change it.
Kris McCracken said…
Kavita, everything in moderation...
Kris McCracken said…
Tony, he does have quite a smile!
Kris McCracken said…
Jackie, it is akin to lust!
Kris McCracken said…
KL, there are sultanas everywhere, some days...
Kris McCracken said…
Roddy, you need help.
Kris McCracken said…
Yamini, Henry is in dire need of a trim. He is bumping into things.

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