Ah, my brother. Always the sophisticate, always so intelligent. Though I think his French intellectual phase here was a little hard on my parents. Constantly babbling about Sartre and the Existentialists in his baby French. Delineating the points of his baby manifesto on his chubby little baby fingers.Fortunately, sometime after this picture was taken someone showed him a sports car and French existentialism went out the window.
Don't forget to check out my giveaway in my first April 13th post! (That is, not the Quinn and Dora one.)
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Oh my lord is he adorable! I hope that's proudly displayed somewhere in both your home and his.
Cute. Thanks for the chuckle.
(Taken shortly after his cell in the French Resistance was uncovered. He stands here, in front of a wall, waiting for the Nazi firing squad to do its work. As they were aiming, a crippled fighter plane crashed into the barracks killing all present, except for the subject; saved, presumably by his diminutive stature.)
He and his older cousin were just about the handsomest baby boys ever, weren't they? well, its sad, the changes wrought by time...so sad.....
Well, now...I think Gus is still pretty darn cute. Of course, I realize I'm prejudiced.
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