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Children are all foreigners.


From last weekend, you can see a still hairy Henry, with an increasingly scrappy Ezra, both enjoying the mess that they have made of the lounge room.

Here, they are re-enacting the Second Punic War, with Henry taking the role of Hannibal, and Ezra the role of Scipio (that would be Scipio Africanus).

It did not result in a cleaner house.

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Priyanka Khot said…
Oh so cute...

I had once given a toddler, living in my neighbourhood a packet of colour pencils. Their walls were never the same. :D I so have this strong urge to send a couple of packs to your place right now.
6 August 2009 at 21:24
yamini said…
You should do that Priyanka, at an earliest :-)

Thank You Kris for putting up such wonderful photographs of the boys. Each one of them is a gem, really.
6 August 2009 at 21:37
Sarah said…
They are very lovely!
Seems babies are from another planet or even another world! innocent but shrewd!!
6 August 2009 at 21:57
Sue said…
What sweet babies! Enjoy! They grow up too fast!
6 August 2009 at 22:20
Roddy said…
I at first thought a cyclone had been through. I then read the post. Marvelous how destructive children can be. Good thing parents can put things right.
7 August 2009 at 06:10
Kris McCracken said…
Priyanka, Ezra has been drawing on the tiles in the kitchen.
7 August 2009 at 10:03
Kris McCracken said…
Yamini, they're set for pencils, thank you.
7 August 2009 at 10:03
Kris McCracken said…
Sarah, VERY shrewd.
7 August 2009 at 10:03
Kris McCracken said…
Sue, it is a cruel truth.
7 August 2009 at 10:04
Kris McCracken said…
Roddy, they are a cyclone and tsunami all rolled into one.
7 August 2009 at 10:04
Leif Hagen said…
Your living room seems clean in comparison! Three "darling" daughters - I'm blessed!
7 August 2009 at 12:41
Kris McCracken said…
Leif, it is the sticky fingers on the carpet that most troubles me.
7 August 2009 at 13:32
lizziviggi said…
What beautiful boys! If you lived closer, though, I could send my girls over and they'd show you what a REAL mess looks like!
8 August 2009 at 01:17
Whoistin-tinandsnowy? said…
Hi! Kris,
When your sons play...they look like they "hold no bar, but I think all children play in the same manner. (especially, little boys)
By the way, who pick-up after your sons? Mum?!? (Jen) or you?!?

Take care!
DeeDee ;-D
8 August 2009 at 10:03
Kris McCracken said…
Lizziviggi, Ez has taken to rubbing food into the carpet.
10 August 2009 at 08:53
Kris McCracken said…
DeeDee, we all spend much of our day picking up.

Henry isn't bad at picking up really. He just also happens to be good at making a mess.
10 August 2009 at 08:53
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