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What compels them to find the highest point, and then endeavour to stand bolt upright?

I don't know the science that might be able to explain it, but I do know a little arithmetic:
heavy rain + cranky baby compelled to climb + toddler oblivious to rules = not a lot of fun.
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Priyanka Khot said…
He is adorable... even if he climbs he sure is to be very cute!
9 August 2009 at 20:49
tony said…
Have You Ever Seen The Film 'The Great Escape'?!
9 August 2009 at 22:55
Anonymous said…
I'm cute but lots bigger. Comic book heros never die
10 August 2009 at 07:26
Kris McCracken said…
Priyanka, what goes up, must come down!
10 August 2009 at 09:25
Kris McCracken said…
Tony, it has been a while, but are you saying that Ez looks like Steve McQueen?
10 August 2009 at 09:25
Kris McCracken said…
Pasadenaadjacent, or they die, but then come back to life.
10 August 2009 at 09:26
yamini said…
A very cute picture of Ez, specially the t-shirt. I agree with it.
10 August 2009 at 18:23
Sue said…
I am beginning to think it should be against the law to be that cute and live so far away from me!
10 August 2009 at 20:56
Kris McCracken said…
Yamini, he did have snot in his eyebrows this morning...
11 August 2009 at 09:21
Kris McCracken said…
Sue, it's only five minutes walk!
11 August 2009 at 09:21
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