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As a body everyone is single, as a soul never.


A little Hermann Hesse to go with this photo from Sunday morning. I like how Ezra looks more confident than Henry here, he obviously knows something that I don't.

Of that, I am not surprised!

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What a treat to see a picture of the two. I was stopping by for my Henry fix...
Priyanka Khot said…
Aha! Ezra sure is wise...

and Henry is a smart chap to be holding a lil baby with such mastery.
Anonymous said…
They look so alike in this one! Anyone would think they were related :)
Uma por Dia said…
I love you quote!!!!!
frances said…
kris lovely photo, gee Ezra has grown I will have trouble picking him up when I see him next.
frances said…
kris lovely photo, gee Ezra has grown I will have trouble picking him up when I see him next.
Roddy said…
Good to see my two grandsons in such an endearing pose. I trust this isn't the only time they get on so well. Will see them both on Henrys' birthday. Looking forward to seeing them both.
Louis la Vache said…
The Official Henry and Ezra Fan Club appreciates this photo update!
Kris McCracken said…
Boise Diva, I will endeavour to take a few more snaps on the weekend. Henry and I are hosting the Playgroup!

Priyanka, they are both brainiacs!

Jackie, I’m assuming that they are...
Kris McCracken said…
Mary Jo, it is a good one, isn’t it? Hermann Hesse is well worth a read if you have the time.

Frances, I almost did my back in last night trying to calm him down. I don’t know how Jen does it all day!

Roderick, I may have to cancel it if Henry doesn’t knock off all the “MINE!” business.

Louis, they don’t like to disappoint the fan club...

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