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Another belief of mine; that everyone else my age is an adult, whereas I am merely in disguise.


This one is way back from the start of the year, and sees a refreshed and revitalised Ezra propped up waiting for breakfast to be served.

Kudos to any punter who can guess the little bloke's favourite frühstück behandeln?
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Roddy said…
What about blueberries? Or is that Henry?
19 March 2010 at 20:14
Ténèbres à la lumière... said…
Kris said,"Kudos to any punter who can guess the little bloke's favourite frühstück behandeln?"

Kris, is frühstück behandeln, German for breakfast treat?
Well, here goes my guess...
...Is toast and jam Ezra, favorite breakfast treat?
Interesting quote too!
DeeDee ;-D
20 March 2010 at 03:01
Magpie said…
Welllll...since he obviously likes Piglet - it's probably not bacon.
I will go with strawberries and cream.
20 March 2010 at 03:46
Chuck Pefley said…
Your belief about adulthood is, I think if we are honest, a very common feeling.
20 March 2010 at 04:56
Kris McCracken said…
The answer is, on differing days: i) Vegemite on toast; ii) Weet-bix; or iii) pancakes.
21 March 2010 at 20:41
Priyanka Khot said…
He looks adorable. I love the quote. Stands true for me for sure.
22 March 2010 at 03:05
yamini said…
He looks gorgeous in it. Luv to Ezra and Henry...
22 March 2010 at 15:50
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