As Henry grows in age and vocabulary, he continues to crack us up. Depending on the situation, we have to laugh only on the inside, as to not encourage less than desireable behavior. Here's a few sharable instances of his hilarity.
As I was feeding and rocking Meekin, Henry decided he wanted to climb up on my lap as well so he could feed Baby Irv (my first beloved Cabbage Patch Doll). He went through all the motions that he sees me doing every day...unhook the bra, pull up the shirt, feed the baby, shirt down, bra hooked, burp the baby. I was trying to be supportive of his desire to nurture Irv, though it was very hard to stifle my laughter. Though disturbing to me, I have heard of instances where men have chosen to breastfeed their babies. Let's just hope if that does become a part of his life, he doesn't have hairy nipples.
One morning, Henry was bummed that Daddy had to go to work. I explained to him that Daddy would rather stay home and play, but that day, he had to leave. Henry, having heard Daddy talk about people who are unnecessarily on government assistance, told me that 'Daddy should get on a program!'
After a particularly rough day around our house with both boys throwing a fit at the same time, Chris came to help out. Upon entering the room, he immediately became frustrated at the noise level and spouted, 'Jesus!'. I immediately shot him the 'you said something you shouldn't have said and we have a child who repeats everything' look. Henry immediately calmed down and proclaimed, 'Happy Birthday, Jesus!'. Nice save Henry. By the way, you get points for listening to me when I didn't think you were. Chris on the other hand, will be getting a piece of duct tape for Christmas.
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