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For the purposes of poetry a convincing impossibility is preferable to an unconvincing possibility.


Here is Henry a few weeks back jiving to the strains of the Bee Gee's Night Fever.

If Henry had a beard, he'd easily pass for Barry Gibb. I expect that this will change when he hits puberty, and can no longer hit those high notes...
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Roddy said…
Michael Jackson could!
10 October 2009 at 20:52
Jasmine said…
Cute kid.

My daughter loves the Mr Men & Little Misses too.
10 October 2009 at 22:45
Tania said…
He and Evie are clearly made for each other. She is a HUGE Bee Gees fan. It is a bit sad when it is all said and done...
10 October 2009 at 23:52
Mo said…
He's the cool dude
11 October 2009 at 08:04
Megan said…
I was thinking it's a bit more Dr. Dre-ish, but that's probably just me.
11 October 2009 at 14:20
yamini said…
Kris,
I can't tell you how delightful it is to see young Henry in action in the photographs. Everytime I see him or Ezra, I just want to fly over to Tasmania and gather them up in a big bear hug. :-)))

Give my love to both, please.
12 October 2009 at 04:46
Kris McCracken said…
We had a Bee Gees extravaganza on Sunday. I got a nice video of a sullen Ezra to How Deep Is Your Love?
13 October 2009 at 10:17
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