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An excited little bloke atop Richmond Bridge thinks that he's spotted a runaway convict.

Jennifer is not so sure.
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Roddy said…
Me thinks you may be right. Have any felons been reported missing from the area?
5 February 2010 at 20:05
Lorenzo — Alchemist's Pillow said…
I saw him too -- he went dattaway!

Kris, I think this is the first time I post a comment here, but I see and enjoy all the posts. One day I would be curious to hear how aware your children are of the blog. As they grow older I am sure they will appreciate this very unique opportunity they have of being accompanied in their lives by such an attent and loving daily photo log.
5 February 2010 at 20:45
ratatouille's archives said…
Hi! Kris,
kris said,"An excited little bloke atop Richmond Bridge thinks that he's spotted a runaway convict.
Jennifer is not so sure.."

lol!!!!
Once again, a nice photograph of Jen and Ezra.
The quote, what more can I say...
...Thanks, for sharing!
DeeDee ;-D
5 February 2010 at 22:53
Chuck Pefley said…
I certainly wouldn't try to escape when eagle eyes like his were watching! LOL!!
6 February 2010 at 04:38
Unknown said…
So many terrible Aussie jokes, so little time.
6 February 2010 at 07:00
Kris McCracken said…
Lorenzo, they know that it exists, and know that they have photos there. I assume that they just think that everybody does it.

They see photos of other kids on their parents Facebook pages, so maybe they assume that it is the same thing.
6 February 2010 at 16:06
Kris McCracken said…
DeeDee, William Blake is always good for a quote!
6 February 2010 at 16:08
Kris McCracken said…
Chuck, especially when biscuits are involved.
6 February 2010 at 16:08
Kris McCracken said…
UH, I have heard one or two.
6 February 2010 at 16:08
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