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Getting some exercise. Seven Mile Beach. September 2010.

Theme Thursday down on Seven Mile Beach back on Father's Day, and Jennifer awaits the arrival of her two sons. The nearer they get, the nearer that AGOWILT will strike.

Anyone familiar with my children will have felt the kind of AGOWILT that simply being around them generates. There is a cruel beauty in the unbridled aggression. A harsh pleasure in their simple brutality.

One typical toddler and one self-styled "big boy". Engage with them only if you are GAME...

Comments

Roddy said…
You almost had me. I thought this was an acronym. But no! It is an actual word.
Do I fear being near my grandchildren? NO!
Do I feel sick when they are near me NO!
You may fear being sick whilst they are near at hand, but have hope, salvation is near at hand. It may take another twenty years that is all.
Nanc Twop said…
Whilst posting with a word like AGOWILT... perhaps the game we should play with them is Scrabble?

(Hey, as long as they're still in pre-school I bet we can take'm... ;-)
Carola said…
One of your best photos ever. Congratulation! You are: ein wahrer Meister in "persons on the beach"!
Lenora said…
Great photo - new word for me!
Anonymous said…
beautiful photo=P
Kris McCracken said…
Roddy, they're always real.

Nanc, now use it in at least three sentences today!

Carola, beaches are always fun.

Lenora, it was new to me too!

Riikainfinityy, thanks!
Brian Miller said…
Ha. Kids strike fear in the hearts of many. They are fun though. Engage at your own peril.
Kris McCracken said…
The very thought of more of 'em terrifies me.
Roddy said…
You should become a primary school teacher and confront your fear head on.
tony said…
A RumBle in The Jungle!
One Prayer Girl said…
This made me smile and I agree it is a fabulous photo. Nice Theme Thursday.

HERE IS MINE

PG
yamini said…
I am GAME!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Kris McCracken said…
Roddy, no.

Tony, I lost.

PG, what were they running from?

Yamini, you're always game, are you not?

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