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Now this is not the end. It is not even the beginning of the end. But it is, perhaps, the end of the beginning.


Here is cranky Hanky running laps out the back of Playgroup on Saturday. He's in training for the 2010 Commonwealth Games to be held in Delhi, with an eye on the 100, 200, 400, marathon, long jump, high jump, triple jump, boxing, judo and jelly wrestling.

I think that stands a chance for a medal in the jelly wrestling.

Comments

Roddy said…
Don't get too far ahead of yourself. Henry will of course work it all out in the long run. This child was born to achieve.
Just run it past me. 2010. Henry will be how old? 3..4. I hope he is in training.
Kitty said…
what a hilarious photograph. I do hope he marvels over how many photos you've been taking of him.

I can just imagine the jaunty step.
Priyanka Khot said…
he will not have to participate even.. will get him the medals for just showing up... I can influence people in these matters.
Sarah said…
Whoops!
surely this is not the END!
Mo said…
Absolutely no doubt. A real winner there.
Ronda Laveen said…
Nothin' like a few hot laps to make Hanky less cranky.
Valerie said…
Don't rule anything out, ever, not where children are concerned. I agree though that he looks like an achiever. Any chance of an appearance in 2012?
KL said…
I have heard about jelly fishing, but not jelly wrestling :-). Why commonwealth? Why not olympic?
Kris McCracken said…
Roddy, he is training hard.
Kris McCracken said…
Kitty, we’re past 10,000 now...
Kris McCracken said…
Priyanka, that’s the spirit!
Kris McCracken said…
Sarah, I hope not.
Kris McCracken said…
Ronda, he sleeps better after a run...
Kris McCracken said…
Valerie, you never know...
Kris McCracken said…
KL, Henry is boycotting the Olympics until they bring back the nudity.

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