Linguist

   Nighttime. Henry's room, late-ish.

ALBERT:  Alright Bud. I'll see you tomorrow.
HENRY: (Clings to Albert's arm and whimpers) Noooo!
ALBERT:  I'm sorry you're sad, Bud. I really am. But you do this every night. I can't stay forever. (A new thought...) It's kind of like The Boy Who Cried Wolf.
HENRY:  What??
ALBERT:  The story.
HENRY:  I didn't cry wolf.
ALBERT:  No, I know. I just mean when you say the same thing a lot, it starts to wear off.
HENRY:  I didn't cry wolf. I cried... parent.

Sweet Face

Tent

The sweetest gift from the Webers that we finally got around to putting up - an Eric Carle themed tent. KG and I have been climbing in with him at night to read to him from his latest chapter book, "Little Lord Fauntleroy".

Princess and the Pea

Henry's holiday performance. Guess he doesn't like chin straps.

Goofy Boy

Our Little Skeptic

Henry: You know what the kids at school said?
Katharine: What?
Henry: They said if you step on a big crack, you'll die.... WATCH THIS! (he steps on a big crack)

Thanksgiving Hat!