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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...
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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.
7 October 2010 at 11:40
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... ;-)
8 October 2010 at 06:11
Carola said…
One of your best photos ever. Congratulation! You are: ein wahrer Meister in "persons on the beach"!
8 October 2010 at 07:31
Lenora said…
Great photo - new word for me!
8 October 2010 at 13:13
Anonymous said…
beautiful photo=P
8 October 2010 at 15:55
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!
10 October 2010 at 09:07
Brian Miller said…
Ha. Kids strike fear in the hearts of many. They are fun though. Engage at your own peril.
10 October 2010 at 11:12
Kris McCracken said…
The very thought of more of 'em terrifies me.
10 October 2010 at 18:57
Roddy said…
You should become a primary school teacher and confront your fear head on.
10 October 2010 at 21:55
tony said…
A RumBle in The Jungle!
13 October 2010 at 20:41
One Prayer Girl said…
This made me smile and I agree it is a fabulous photo. Nice Theme Thursday.

HERE IS MINE

PG
15 October 2010 at 08:43
yamini said…
I am GAME!!!!!!!!!!!!!
15 October 2010 at 19:33
Kris McCracken said…
Roddy, no.

Tony, I lost.

PG, what were they running from?

Yamini, you're always game, are you not?
16 October 2010 at 07:53
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