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The only sin is the sin of being born.


I keep telling him that bluefin tuna don't hang around bays.

Does he listen?

BAH!

Comments

Roddy said…
Like salmon, perhaps one got lost and may have finished up in the bay.
yamini said…
This photograph is almost ethereal, what with Henry's glowing hair.

So, finally he has stopped listening to you, but didn't that happen way too soon??
Kris McCracken said…
Roddy, three salmon.
Kris McCracken said…
Yamini, he never listens.
yamini said…
Kris, that is what kids these days usually do. :-)
Kris McCracken said…
Yamini, he is very demanding.
yamini said…
Another thing at which kids all over the world are damn good!!!

What does he demand, by the way??
Kris McCracken said…
Yamini, EVERYTHING.

NOW.

And he doesn't say please to his parents.
yamini said…
I can't help but smile!!!

Kids can be irritating, demanding, scheming, ruthless and what not but after all, they are kids.

If only we realise how much difficult we adults can be, then we would know why kids are called "ANGELS", he he he!!!
Kris McCracken said…
Yamini, sometimes they are EVIL.

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