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Nothing in life is more remarkable than the unnecessary anxiety which we endure and generally occasion ourselves.


Here is Henry anxiously inspecting an African-inspired sculpture in the Henry Jones IXL building. Suffice to say that he wasn't game enough to take on of her leaflets.

Pros and Cons of Toddlers Part Two

Pro #2: They're CUNNING. Sure, their cunning is simplistic and often clumsy, but you can't help admire a two year old who manages to adeptly play mother off against father, and father against mother in the cold, clinical pursuit of more sultanas.

Con #2: They're CUNNING. You can't trust them. They are entirely driven by the id. The ego hasn't developed enough yet. If you know your Oedipus, you'll know why this is trouble to a father.

Comments

Coach said…
While not really germane, I have to share with you that for a few moments there yesterday I considered there was a chance - slim I grant you - that Sheedy could coach the Tigers in the Dreamtime at the G. Seems it was my dreamtime!
Unknown said…
He's a curious child, that's really good.
Danial Bigham said…
Your son is amazed.
Kris McCracken said…
Coach, bring back the Geisch!
Kris McCracken said…
Lolade, he most certainly is that.
Kris McCracken said…
Danial, he's a good boy, deep down.
Roddy said…
I am intrigued by the look on Henrys' face. Did the sculpture talk to him?
For a two and a half year old, he looks so much older and wiser.
Dina said…
This photo has everything!
Henry has everything.
Kris McCracken said…
Roddy, yet he still hasn't mastered the poo/toilet dynamic!
Kris McCracken said…
Dina, he doesn't have a good grasp of Hungarian yet...

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