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There is no more miserable human being than one in whom nothing is habitual but indecision.


This one is from way back in early-May, as Ezra decided to tackle the gruelling ultra marathon-esque Mother's Day Classic (FOUR excruciatingly difficult kilometres of terrain).

Somewhat typically, Ez opted to take a back seat, leaving Henry to take the glory in the prime role. I like to think of Ezra as Friedrich Engels to Henry's Karl Marx.

Comments

Roddy said…
Do either of your children aspire to politicism? Or will this remain your domain?
I can see that Ezra may have been hatching some scheme that may or may not have included big brother Henry.
Let me know if Ezra was implicated in any uprising on the day!
SH -ic said…
i want t play with this little frog .. princess..lol
Kavita Saharia said…
Kris...i have to keep on visiting your blog since i made the mistake of showing Henry and Ezras pics. to my kids......they cant have enough of them...they call them DHUNIA MAINAS(means beautiful babies).Our whole family is now their big fans.God bless them.Regards.
yamini said…
Ezra seems deep thinking!!!!
It is hard to believe but in the past few weeks, there has been considerable transformation in Ez's expressions. I really find it amusing to go through the older photographs on the blog along with the new ones that you keep posting.

God bless him and Henry, who are my two most favourite kids outside India.
yamini said…
And yes, I see a scratch on his left eyelid, did Ez hurt himself? or was it some sibling love shown by dear Henry?
Kris McCracken said…
Roddy, I am not a politician.
Kris McCracken said…
One planet, that sounds like a euphemism.
Kris McCracken said…
Kavita, I like the sound of that!
Kris McCracken said…
Yamini, Ez is now screaming at odd intervals. With a big grin.
Kris McCracken said…
Yamini, that was self-inflicted.
Roddy said…
Doctorate in political science bodes of politicism. If I'm not mistaken.
Kris McCracken said…
Roddy, the science, not practice.

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