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A learning experience is one of those things that says, 'You know that thing you just did?' Don't do that.


Go on, tell me what he's thinking...

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Sarah said…
He is thinking that he may hate some things as well as he may like…
Priyanka Khot said…
"Why can;t my dad just leave me to throw a tantrum in peace! Why is he always with a camera?"

That is what Ez told me...

I would not want you to spend even a minute without the third eye.
Roddy said…
I don't reckon he is thinking of anything, he looks like he is too intent on upsetting you. How long did he scream for?
yamini said…
A crying Ez, hmmm!!! That is some photograph now. :-)

What did u do to make him so upset?
SH -ic said…
he wants to tell you .. that his brother took s th away he wants to have .. ..poor little one ..
SH -ic said…
hello to all others we know since long time
Jackie said…
Not that bloody camera again dad I can't take it any moooooooooorrrrreeeee!!!!!
Kris McCracken said…
Sarah, he does have a list of things that he doesn't like...
Kris McCracken said…
Priyanka, people need to see all sides of the little bloke, lest they get the impression that he's an angel all day long...
Kris McCracken said…
Roddy, it lasted for about three seconds.
Kris McCracken said…
Yamini, that's the interesting point, there was no real reason. He was smiling, then he grizzled, then he smiled again.
Kris McCracken said…
One Planet, actually, for once, Henry didn't snatch anything.
Kris McCracken said…
And also One Planet, hello to you!
Kris McCracken said…
Jackie, it might be that. He always wants to hold it.

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