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He who is unable to live in society, or who has no need because he is sufficient for himself, must be either a beast or a god.


Step aside Paris Hilton, we have a new diva in town!

Every day, in every way, Ez just keeps getting better and better.

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KL said…
She..ahem..I mean he is truly looking much better than a model/diva/PH/..whatever. You know you can employ H and E as kid models/baby models and earn lots of money and then you don't have to do the job that you hate :-D........
yamini said…
Oh my goodness!!!!!

Ez looks completely different. I guess it is the yellow colour of his diapers and the huge sunglasses that do the trick.

Whatever may be the reason, Ez really does know how to court the camera. That smile is a killer!!!
now that is a glamour shot!!
Brian Miller said…
ha. what a cute pic. thansk for the smiles.
Hallam said…
Jon-Michael 'Hollywood' Howsen?
Roddy said…
This child with the infectious smile obviously has trouble keeping food in his mouth, looking at the stains on his singlet.
The shades look cool on the dude. Getting ready for the future. Traveling incognito.
Kavita Saharia said…
Hank and Hilton !!!Mr. MacCracken you are one lucky dad.
lemon said…
aaaaaaahahahahahaha!!!!!
His smile is what I liked most!!!
Kris McCracken said…
KL, I'm waiting for the call!
Kris McCracken said…
Yamini, he is a hunk.
Kris McCracken said…
Mouse, without the glamour money, unfortunately!
Kris McCracken said…
Brian, he has that effect...
Kris McCracken said…
Poetikat, don't try it at home!
Kris McCracken said…
Hallam, I can't believe that he is still alive. He was very close to Liberace, of course...
Kris McCracken said…
Roddy, he loves sunglasses of all shapes an sizes. Like Elton John.
Kris McCracken said…
Kavita, on occasion, I am!
Kris McCracken said…
Lemon, he was smiling and dancing this morning.

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