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Thursday, March 03, 2011

When an army crawling hunter spies a treasure for himself

I think Henry's internal monologue was saying something like:

Oh lookie papa's water bottle just. out. of. my. reach. No wait.  I think I can get it.  And triumph  Yum Yum Yum. 
Suddenly his vision scans to the right
whoosh.  what is this? Knitting basket.  just. out. of .my reach.  No wait.  I think I can get it.  And disaster.  

1 comment:

  1. HOB, quick! Crawl over to the camera, shoot and post a picture of your big sistah's new haircut. Your mom kind of cut it off in the last two shots. Awesome motating BTW :)

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