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The best way to give advice to your children is to find out what they want and then advise them to do it.


You know that 'rage virus' in the film 28 Days Later? The one where people run at you screaming and screeching with hate in their eyes?

Sometimes I think Ezra has that.


Then it just goes away.

Also, note the t-shirt which on this day qualified as 'ironic'...

Comments

Mrsupole said…
Oh my, that is too funny. Always give them what they want and hope they are happy, not!!!!

The little buggers should learn that giving mom and dad what they want will insure they have a long and happy life. That's what I tell the grandkids all the time as they laugh at me. Big sigh....

God bless.
Roddy said…
I don't think Ez was the only unhappy one on the day. Look at Henry's face.
Sue said…
They're probably upset coz the picture behind them has been put on the wall upside down.............!
Kris McCracken said…
Mrsupole, children are a shock to the system.

Roddy, it was all to do with a balloon.

Sue, no, Henry informs me that that is a postman in "upside down world".

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