Thursday, January 12, 2012

The Last of Christmas

And, the final reasons (I can think of) that humans go on reproducing:

1. Everyone needs their bowls arranged; two-year olds are happy to help:


2. Even two-year olds aren't all bad:


And then Frances and I flew home to Boston, again with very little drama.  We had a wonderful Christmas.  Thank you to all those who made it possible.

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