My Little Goofball

Henry has really been on one lately. Every day I seem to laugh pretty hard at what he says. And maybe you just have to know him to find these things funny but here goes anyway:

The other day I left him and Ruby in the car while I ran up to the door of a girlfriend's house to drop something off. One minute later when I came back, Henry said, "Mama, don't leave us in the car because Rubying started frying so then I started frying." Frying, of course, is crying in Henry-ese.

Today he said something really funny and I said, "Henny, you are so cute." He looked at me, smiled demurely, shrugged his shoulders matter-of-factly, and said, "Yeah, I am cute ... cute like Ruby." Awww ... he melts my heart.

Yesterday morning I was working on the computer and he wanted to get on (his new addiction is the Teletubbies on pbskids.org). I said, "Hold on bud, you can get on in a minute after I'm done working." In the whiniest voice possible, he responded, "But ... but ... I have to work on the Teletubbies!"

And finally, today I had beads spread out all over my kitchen table (my friend, Traci, came over and taught me how to make bracelets and necklaces). After a few minutes of taking a break, Henry said, "Come on Mama, let's go tie some beads." So we sat down together and I was really struggling with getting my "floss" to stay knotted (Traci -- I know I'm craft impaired, but seriously!?! How hard is it to tie a knot?!) and I said, "Dang it! I just can't get this to work!" And without looking up from his bead work, he said, "Well ... I can't help you with that."

Seriously, some days Henry just makes my heart hurt -- I can't get enough of him. It's like I'm lonely for him even when he's sitting right next to me.