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Tom makes a quick escape after hurling one of daddy's golf balls at the neighbour's pride and joy, her brand new Mercedes.
And then, upon appearance of the horrified neighbour, in an instant and without a flicker of remorse, points the finger of blame squarely at me.
Evidence in hand, and betrayed by my own flesh and blood, I can do nothing to stop the look of guilt that quickly settles over my face.
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Hello...
I came across your blog from the Carnival of Kid Comedy at Life in a Shoe...and was impressed with the quality of the photos in this entry (and your son is adorable!)...what kind of camera were you using there?
Have a great day!
Posted by: Jessica | 03 June 2006 at 05:28 PM
Thanks Jessica, very kind of you! I use a Nikon D70, which is my pride and joy.
Posted by: Extreme Dad | 03 June 2006 at 06:03 PM
Hello...
Alright, thanks for letting me know! I've never heard of that particular camera...but from what I've seen on your blog, it certainly takes great picture!
Posted by: Jessica | 04 June 2006 at 11:16 AM