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If you start to think about your physical or moral condition, you usually find that you are sick.


Here is poor old Henry in the bath. As you can see, he was feeling pretty miserable and haggard from his battle with the flu, and even a bit of a splash and giggle in amongst the bubbles failed to cheer him up!
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Priyanka Khot said…
Awweee... hope he gets back to his normal self soon.

A big healing kiss for him.
7 July 2009 at 02:44
Whoistin-tinandsnowy? said…
Hi! Kris,Jen and Ezra...
I'am on the mend too...but most importantly! I hope that Henry's
recovery is even speedier!(Sp?!)
Hi! Henry, I really hope that you are feeling better real soon!

Take care!
DeeDee
7 July 2009 at 03:03
Kim said…
Kris, in the thumbnail view I thought we were seeing YOU in the tub. Gosh Henry is his father's boy! Sorry he's been feeling badly, and hope today is a much better day all around.
-Kim
7 July 2009 at 03:19
Kris McCracken said…
Priyanka, he's already back to yelling, push me over, snatching things!
7 July 2009 at 08:32
Kris McCracken said…
DeeDee, there remains some mucus, but other than that he's now fine.
7 July 2009 at 08:32
Kris McCracken said…
Kim, I look that tired, of that I am sure.
7 July 2009 at 08:33
yamini said…
Here is a "get well soon" hug for Henry. Hope he gets up and running soon.
7 July 2009 at 14:16
Kris McCracken said…
Yamini, he can be very pleasant when he is sick.
7 July 2009 at 15:12
Priyanka Khot said…
I am glad that he is back to torturing you. :-)
7 July 2009 at 16:02
Kris McCracken said…
Priyanka, he's driving Jen up the wall.
8 July 2009 at 11:44
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