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You can never do a kindness too soon, for you never know how soon it will be too late.


Here you can see a damp Henry with a dry Jennifer reading Sleepy Time Olie, featuring the famous robot "Rolie Polie Olie". Now, I quite like Sleepy Time Olie, as it affords a great wind down into bed time through the course of what is admittedly a gripping text (I won't spoil it for you).

The thing is though, in order for the text to properly scan, I have to affect a slight Maine accent. How I have managed to pick up the accent of an east Bangor primary school teacher, I am not sure. I think that it must have something to do with a Stephen King book or two...

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Roddy said…
Is this big boy sleeping in that big boy bed yet?
Don't those toes look tickleable.
18 August 2009 at 20:56
Valerie said…
Oh those eyes, Henry will Wow the girls when he grows up.
19 August 2009 at 01:39
Sarah said…
How soon it will be too late! This is a poem by an Iranian poen "Gheysar Amin Pour" who died last year. Love it...
19 August 2009 at 04:39
yamini said…
I second Valerie's comment. :-))

But Valerie, he is already doing that. Can't imagine what he would do when he actually grows up :-))
19 August 2009 at 21:15
Kris McCracken said…
Roddy, no.

Valerie, he tries it on....

Sarah, is it ever too late?

Yamini, he has had a few nibbles on his hook.
20 August 2009 at 11:11
yamini said…
I like the phrase "nibbles on his hook"!!!!
20 August 2009 at 14:12
Kris McCracken said…
And it isn't a euphemism.
20 August 2009 at 14:48
yamini said…
I thought so.
20 August 2009 at 15:54
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