It has been said that man is a rational animal. All my life I have been searching for evidence which could support this.

Take a look at that face and you tell me whether you think he’s up to no good or not…

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Pasadena Adjacent said…

I just want to squeeze those cute chubby cheeks

6 October 2010 at 02:24

Unknown said…

he just a cute
toddler
i see what you are talking about
though.
lol

6 October 2010 at 04:55

Carola said…

The eys are telling me in this moment he is not going to be good. But is he pretanding to be bad? Never seen THIS eys from Henry before.
Is he training for Halloween?

6 October 2010 at 06:13

Roddy said…

I doubt the boy will attempt anything with you in close proximity. The face says that he may be plotting something.
Jeeze he is looking so,so,so grown up.

6 October 2010 at 08:10

Kris McCracken said…

PA, he doesn't like that. He wants to be all grown up (but I won't let him!)

Tisha, he has some naughty tendencies...

Carola, he often has that look at home. He does however have a kind heart.

Roddy, he has been known to push his luck.

6 October 2010 at 10:05

Roddy said…

With such an angelic look he doesn't have to push too hard. I think I could forgive him any small indiscretion.

10 October 2010 at 22:03

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