Thursday, November 12, 2009
Boys makin' cookies.
They were quite good, actually. (And, despite the odds, no play-doh got mixed in with the real dough). I love the blurry 'action' on the first shot. They were taking their job quite seriously.
Charley's shirt could not be more accurate these days. He really doesn't have an 'inside voice'. My ears are ringing an hour after he's gone to bed. It's not so much a shout, as a 'calling-all-dogs' tone. Yeah, I know it's payback for what I sounded like at his age.
And that last shot? I'm sure my mummy (and sister) will agree, that it couldn't be any closer to me and Sarah circa 1977. (ie: Me being bossy while big-head Sarah silently suffers).
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