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No one rises so high as he who knows not whither he is going



I am at work again today, so this will be brief.

Ever since Henry found out that Mary, Crown Princess of Denmark, is a Tasmanian, he has assumed a regal air about his manner. Normally I wouldn’t mind, but now that it has got the point that he is threatening beheadings because his pureed fruit is too fruity, I am concerned.

If I were to encourage him into royalty however, where do you think would be a good fit? The Swedes are appealing, as they are lookers and seem pleasant enough. The pickled herring and manufactured Euro-pop is a slight turn-off though.

Comments

Anonymous said…
I just see the nice boy...
Kris McCracken said…
Ahh, but thats what he wants you to see!
Pat said…
Sorry I've been a bad visitor; hectic summer! Love your posts, and have a special affection for Asterix....and your son is gorgeous, royalty or not! Keep him humble; too many strange royals!

Anyway, about your Belgrade statue question. Don't have a real answer, but many old statues have survived, but I imagine just as many are gone. Will have to do so me research on that!!
J.C. said…
Agree with Bibi! It's better for Henry to remain a layperson than a royalty!! See how William and Harry's lives are being chased after by paparazzi day in day out!!!

Say hi to Little Henry!!!
crittoria said…
What a great expression! I love it!! But, you couldn't pay me enough money to be a celebrity or royalty - I value my privacy too much!
Anonymous said…
Say, "Hello," to Henry for me. I think royalty has its place but maybe the layman is a better deal.
Anonymous said…
Forgot to answer your question about how big the raccoons get.

This one would probably weigh around 40 pounds. She was pregnant at the time so maybe heavier than normal. When they walk on the ground they always look about twice as big as they are. They pretty much only come out at night but sometimes they show up in the day time.
Sue said…
Perhaps it is in the blood. Cody made me address him as "Your Majesty" for a while when he was small. It was mainly as I served him food...on a tray. And even though he tried to insist on it...I drew the line at a curtsey. I have my pride!!!
Neva said…
What a great face!!!
Well, how about Dubai?
Louis la Vache said…
Anyone trying to foist pickled herring on the public SHOULD be beheaded... But that wasn't where you were going with this....All hail Henry! He's a royal in the eyes of his audience 'round the world!
Unknown said…
there is nothing wrong with being proud of who you are. if he's royalty, he's royalty. his brain is his crown!
FRances said…
Great picture of Henry he seems to be enjoying his fruit.
Anonymous said…
isn't it a bit cruel to dress an orange haired boy in an orange t-shirt while feeding him orange food? even i could never be tht cruel.
Kala said…
He is even wearing the colors of Denmark! Great shot and a nice revelation of the queen, who happens to be quite a beautiful woman as well.

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