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I have always depended on the kindness of strangers.


Two little blokes.

Two big smiles.

What are they doing?

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Roddy said…
Looking at the lock of hair in front of Ezra my guess is that they are shaving someones head. Nothing more funny than that. Especially if they are asleep at the time.
Or they have just shared a joke about Escape from Alcatraz. Something to do with birdbrains and birdmen.
Sue said…
With such gleeful looks, I would say some sort of torture is involved???
Magpie said…
Torture of the tickling kind???

Love that this is in black and white.
Priyanka Khot said…
Pulling Jen's hair... lolz..

These are beautiful smiles. Lots of love to the two best looking boys in the world!
Babzy.B said…
This is a really good one ! They try may be to grip someone her mum ...;)
Kris McCracken said…
Roddy, pulling Jen's hair?
Kris McCracken said…
Sue, they love torture.
Kris McCracken said…
Magpie, they don't mind tickling.
ArtSparker said…
Not pucnhing each other in a spirit in a spirit of experiment, which considering how brothers can be, is just lovely. Wonderful photo.
Kris McCracken said…
Art, they're generally very good together.

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