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'You may call it "nonsense" if you like,' she said, 'but I've heard nonsense, compared with which that would be as sensible as a dictionary!'


Henry's prawns are intact, but his horsey's are vulnerable to a flanking manoeuvre. He better be careful though, because the increasingly mobile Ezra - he can run now - has his eyes set on the castles...
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Roddy said…
Kris, they are pawns, not prawns. Then again it may be a new play on the game of chess. Henry must be concerned at the moves that Ezra may pull off, going by the look on his face.
8 October 2009 at 21:47
Dina said…
Prawns! Love it! :)
8 October 2009 at 22:17
EG CameraGirl said…
Yikes! That is one huge chess set! Henry speaks a language I understand. Soon, however, I fear he will overtake me...perhaps even before Ezra takes the castles.
9 October 2009 at 03:39
stromsjo said…
Same story everywhere. Mobility introduces risk on the grandest of scale.
9 October 2009 at 04:06
Kitty said…
wow, the little guy looks so tall. Can he have had a growth spurt?!
9 October 2009 at 15:15
yamini said…
The chess set looks interesting. Personally, I could never learn to play chess, although one of my elder cousins tried a lot to make me learn. ;-))

And yes, Henry is looking taller in the photo.

When can we see Ezra running?
9 October 2009 at 15:46
Sue said…
Are you absolutely sure that he will only be three this birthday??? Perhaps you misplaced a couple of years? He looks so grown up!!!
Which I found a bit of a curse with mine...everyone thinks they are older and so expect more mature behaviours...forgetting or not realising that they really are only babies still!
A big hug to both.
10 October 2009 at 11:27
Kris McCracken said…
Hello all, he has got taller, but he looks even more so as he's a lean and lithe little bugger!
13 October 2009 at 10:12
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