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What's in a name? That which we call a rose, By any other name would smell as sweet.


Here is Henry checking out a ye olde shoppe in the ye olde towne of Richmond. It was kind of embarrassing, actually. He went in there and said something, and from what I could tell, there seemed to be a heated discussion of some sort. I went in to check it out and Henry was telling the old woman behind the counter what a nice shoppe it was, how it would be "a real shame" if there was "an accident" or something.

Then he knocked some fine china off the shelf, and she started crying and I hustled him out of the joint.

We're going to steer clear of Richmond for a little while. At least until the heat cools down a bit...
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Roddy said…
I doubt whether my grandson would knock someones fine china off any shelf and not have the capacity to convince said proprietor that it wasn't his fault. Just one look and you would know that Henry wouldn't be guilty of such an occurrence. It must have been faulty shelving.
6 June 2009 at 21:08
Kavita Saharia said…
yes...i completely agree with Roddy abt. faulty shelving thing.
6 June 2009 at 22:00
Kavita Saharia said…
Name of the shop.....what a coincidence.
6 June 2009 at 22:02
Stefan Jansson said…
Life can be hard sometimes. She ought to put up a sign saying "Kids that have a habit of smashing fine china will be hunted down".
7 June 2009 at 01:16
Kris McCracken said…
Roddy, have you even met Henry?
8 June 2009 at 09:00
Kris McCracken said…
Kavita, don't listen to him, he's biased...
8 June 2009 at 09:01
Kris McCracken said…
Kavitha, they named the whole street after him!
8 June 2009 at 09:02
Kris McCracken said…
Steffe, the trouble here was that Henry went in like a member of the Albanian mafia...
8 June 2009 at 09:02
yamini said…
Henry does look like in a bad mood but he must have been provoked to knock off the china.

Did u ask Henry for his side of the story?
8 June 2009 at 15:58
Roddy said…
If Henry is still your eldest child then, Yes, I have met him. Such an adorable child too.
9 June 2009 at 18:56
Kris McCracken said…
Yamini, he said that he threatened her for money.
10 June 2009 at 15:40
Kris McCracken said…
Roddy, you must be thinking of another Henry.
10 June 2009 at 15:40
yamini said…
Not possible. You are accusing him of false charges.

I think Henry needs legal support now. Should I pack a lawyer to Hobart???
10 June 2009 at 18:57
Kris McCracken said…
Yamini, no lawyers. They're untrustworthy.
13 June 2009 at 13:31
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