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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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I just want to squeeze those cute chubby cheeks
Unknown said…
he just a cute
toddler
i see what you are talking about
though.
lol
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?
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.
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.
Roddy said…
With such an angelic look he doesn't have to push too hard. I think I could forgive him any small indiscretion.

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