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I smiled at one of the guards. He did not smile back. There was nothing funny about national security, nothing at all.


This his pretend angry face. He's pretty transparent when he's faking it.

When he's seriously angry, he looks exactly like his mother. Honestly, he's inherited her filthy look...
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Roddy said…
And what did you do to evince such a look?
11 December 2009 at 20:42
Anonymous said…
Hi Kris,
So there is no chance of snow down under?.. I'm sure you're enjoy warm weather this time of year. Good to hear from you and thanks for coming over to my blog. Do you have any Christmas traditions to share with us? Would love to hear about them. That's a might cute fellow you have there. Christmas wishes to you and yours. Catch yah later! The Bach
11 December 2009 at 21:55
tony said…
Its often not the severe uniform we see but the even severer expression on Officials faces.I often wonder if that expression is taught in their training!?
11 December 2009 at 21:59
Mo said…
Time for mediation.
12 December 2009 at 04:25
Carola said…
Is Henry going to Kindergarten?
Greetings from Bogota. Imaging beeing in the tropics and it is not hot, nice 23 degree C. Bogota is 2600 meters high.
12 December 2009 at 09:04
ratatouille's archives said…
Hi! Kris,
Now Henry is going to get me for this, but...LOL!!!!

DeeDee ;-D
13 December 2009 at 06:56
Kris McCracken said…
Roddy, I asked him to look angry.
14 December 2009 at 09:18
Kris McCracken said…
Bach, there is a chance on top of Mount Wellington, but in my lifetime, we've only had snow down at sea level here in Tasmania twice.
14 December 2009 at 09:21
Kris McCracken said…
Tony, he pretty much had that face on when he was coming out.
14 December 2009 at 09:23
Kris McCracken said…
Mo, and jelly beans.
14 December 2009 at 09:23
Kris McCracken said…
Poetikat, mine has more dribble.
14 December 2009 at 09:23
Kris McCracken said…
Carola, not yet. I think that he is due a 'pre-Kinder' next year, with Kinder the year after that.

He hasn't even been in day care!
14 December 2009 at 09:24
Kris McCracken said…
DeeDee, he's pulling the face right now!
14 December 2009 at 09:24
yamini said…
I would be surprised to find you inside your home, even after that nasty last part of the post... he he he he he!!!!

Henry and his favourite T-shirt, good combination!!!
14 December 2009 at 16:37
Kris McCracken said…
I am the king of the castle!
18 December 2009 at 09:34
yamini said…
Or living in a paradise!!!! with such beautiful Jen, Hen and Ez around you.

I am jealous now!!!!! :-(
18 December 2009 at 15:14
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