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An expert is a man who has made all the mistakes which can be made in a very narrow field.


So I say to Henry, "you're a rebel. What's your cause?"

He replied that he wasn't sure, but that it involved chips in some way...

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yamini said…
Did Henry say that? I thought he was very good at keeping secrets. Like he hasn't yet revealed whom he would be taking with him on THAT catamaran, remember?

The camera angle in this photograph is interesting. This was the scene where Henry did some kind of a somersault and distracted both Jen and Ezra's attention away from the camera, isn't it?
KL said…
I am back after a long holiday :-). Has a lot to catch up with your blog, but in the meantime how are you all doing - Jen, Ez, Henry and you? Hope everything is great.

So, the two musketeers are now off to kindergarten?
Priyanka Khot said…
Double bonanza!!!
Sarah Lulu said…
I don't feel like I've made all the mistakes I can make yet.
Mrsupole said…
Mistakes, who make mistakes. And chips sure do sound good. Great pic of the boys.

God bless.
Unknown said…
You are great, as usual!! Buon fine settimana!
Hi! Kris,
Oh! I wonder if Henry, want ruffles that have ridges or plain chips?
Hi! Ezra,
Nice Pic,
and
Nice quote!
Tks, for sharing!
DeeDee ;-D
Roddy said…
Lovely picture, but I do believe that it is file footage. The children don't appear to be as old as some of your recent posts. Ezra isn't standing and Henry doesn't appear to need a haircut.
Kris McCracken said…
KL, I thought that you'd gone missing.
Kris McCracken said…
Sarah, I'm still making plenty.
Kris McCracken said…
Mrsupole, I love chips.
Kris McCracken said…
Diedrick, I don't feel great!
Kris McCracken said…
DeeDee, he wants hot chips.
Kris McCracken said…
Roddy, of course it is file footage. There is only so much time in the day!

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