This is my favorite pic of the boys. This was at the zoo, and is a preview to their days as ladykillers. kristen
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8 comments:
Too bad mom won't let me marry a first cousin... Yowza!
Erin
kind of reminds me of a film noir, where the protagonist has pensive yet vulnerable look on his face while his nemesis lurks in the background with a mixture of a smile and a smirk mixed with fear of the unknown while all around is this sense of water flowing by signifying the unyielding rush of time in which are are all caught up, as if in a vortex. Or else it looks like Wes and Henry at the zoo. Can't decide.
You must have stolen that plotline from our favorite movie. You know, the one with the famous line, "Fank you for faving me a fafe". It also features the most dangerous kind of knife, the "buttered" variety...
Dad is so deep. No wonder we're all so philosophical and heady. And I thought it was that Mozart Mom played when she was pregnant...
Papa - do you have a film script or novel about political intrigue just waiting to flow from your brain to the paper!?
Lyric
Finally! The right description of ya'll - philosophical and heady! I've been stuck on intellectually opinionated... :)
Lyric
That's it... Lyric needs her own blog name too - she shouldn't be relegated to a life of posting under Dok's name!
I have so many plot lines in my head that at times its hard to think. I wonder if I'm a reincarnated Shaolin priest from Nepal who used to write screen plays.
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