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Conquer thyself. Till thou hast done that, thou art a slave; for it is almost as well to be in subjection to another's appetite as thine own.


He's hungry, and he's headed your way.

Be very, very careful.

Comments

Roddy said…
The eyes have it. What a stunning picture. This kid is going places.
Natalie said…
Look at those wrists! I loved when my kids' wrists were chubby like that. So cute!
Sarah said…
A hungry man!? He looks so grandeur!
Lessie said…
Those eyes are amazing! Just beautiful!
Melody Ann Ross said…
Thank you for your nice comment yesterday Kris! Your kiddo is certainly stunning... those beautiful eyes!!
Lowell said…
What a cutie. And you're right; a hungry kid is nothing to mess with!

I've not seen your blog before, so thanks for stopping at The Villages DP!

I'll be back here often.

Regarding the legality of golf cars in the street, see my response to Clueless in Boston.

Have a great day.

You are quite a poet, yourself...I enjoyed your descriptions of the photos as much as the photos themselves!
yamini said…
He looks anything but scary.
Hi Ez, how'ya doin?
Baino said…
Haha there's a man on a mission alright. I wish my 'kids' were as happy to be photographed on a daily basis . .then they're 22 and 24 so a little more reluctant unless it's a facbook photo!
Priyanka Khot said…
I love those cheeks... I ask again!!!

HOW DO YOU GET ANYTHING DONE, WITH SUCH PULL-ABLE CHEEKS AROUND
Kris McCracken said…
Natalie, I miss Henry’s chubbiness already. He’s all lean and lithe now.
Kris McCracken said…
Sarah, he’s always hungry.
Kris McCracken said…
Lessie, he’s blessed.
Kris McCracken said…
Cast in the name of god, ye not guilty, that is some tag!
Kris McCracken said…
Jacob, I just talk lots of rubbish really...
Kris McCracken said…
Yamani, he’s terrifying.
Kris McCracken said…
Baino, mine haven’t logged onto Facebook yet.
Kris McCracken said…
Priyanka Khot, I kiss them instead.
Kitty said…
lol, what an expression.
Kris McCracken said…
Kitty, he does this excellent "throws head back in a state of utter despair" too.

I blame Henry.

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