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Isn't it always the way? You come home, you've lost your voice, you have to get the dinner on and feed the tired an cranky masses, and there's a bloody robot in the kitchen!

Not only that, but the robot seems to have developed a thing for the rubbish bin. It's very creepy.
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Ash said…
How adorable :-)
11 March 2009 at 19:54
kylie said…
is that the same robot who goes to the toilet?
11 March 2009 at 19:59
Jim Klenke said…
Cute, did he say take me to your leader?
11 March 2009 at 22:24
KL said…
Cuuutteeee :-). Is that the handiwork of Jen? Seems like that.
11 March 2009 at 22:53
John M. Mora said…
Great photo and post.

Came here by way of Lisa in NZ.

Maybe the robot was built with a random garbage disposal part or two....

Great colors.
11 March 2009 at 23:35
Kitty said…
haha, how cute?!
how do you not laugh out loud all day at these tykes?
11 March 2009 at 23:36
Dina said…
Henry's costume is just in time for Purim today!
I didn't see any robot kids on the streets of Jerusalem today. Henry and Jen could come here and give lessons in creativity.
12 March 2009 at 00:25
Anonymous said…
Woah, he's so scary! (how did you keep a straight face?!)
12 March 2009 at 04:36
Megan said…
It's the toes that really get me.
12 March 2009 at 05:29
Babzy.B said…
i love this robot ! and congrats to the designer :)
12 March 2009 at 07:01
EG CameraGirl said…
Of course! Robot are in my kitchen ALL the time.

Oh, right! I'm lying. But I would LOVE to have such a robot in my kitchen. And that's the truth.

Wonderful costume!
12 March 2009 at 07:07
Kris McCracken said…
Ash, he has his moments.
12 March 2009 at 08:32
Kris McCracken said…
Kylie, very rarely he does.
12 March 2009 at 08:33
Kris McCracken said…
Jim, no, but he did demand grapes...
12 March 2009 at 08:33
Kris McCracken said…
KL, Jen and Henry made it together.
12 March 2009 at 08:33
Kris McCracken said…
John, it could well explain the attraction.
12 March 2009 at 08:34
Kris McCracken said…
Kitty, I often laugh at them. Not so much at 5 am though.
12 March 2009 at 08:34
Kris McCracken said…
Henry would like purim, I think.
12 March 2009 at 08:35
Kris McCracken said…
Jackie, it was easier than when he was nude, put the box (minus eye holes) and ran straight into the wall!

Three times.
12 March 2009 at 08:38
Kris McCracken said…
Megan, I never even knew that robots had toes.
12 March 2009 at 08:39
Kris McCracken said…
Babzy, sometimes he appears to malfunction though. Especially around dinner time.
12 March 2009 at 08:40
Kris McCracken said…
YEGTG, well, the robot is beginning to have some use in the kitchen. Just the other day he helped me make damper. And he always helps mix the pancake batter.
12 March 2009 at 08:40
USelaine said…
He clearly is blessed to be growing up in the Jen and Kris household.
12 March 2009 at 16:16
Kris McCracken said…
Elaine, he might tell you different. Just this morning, he felt it supremely unfair that I'd stop him from drawing on the table (in a literal sense).
13 March 2009 at 08:12
Kris McCracken said…
April, maybe he's a cyborg?
13 March 2009 at 08:12
The Clever Pup said…
that's a great costume. You should have this image put on a t-shirt
13 March 2009 at 09:15
Kris McCracken said…
The Clever Pup, and sell it on e-bay?
13 March 2009 at 10:13
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