More Tidbits

Henry hit his head on the edge of our futon and cried and cried. It's a wonder we've kept that futon at all as most of Henry's accidents occur on it. I held him and kissed him and rocked him until he got up with his hand on his ear - apparently he hit it on the wood of the futon frame. Through his sniffling he asked, "Is my ear broken?"

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One day Henry and I were singing a Sesame Street song called, Put the Duckie Down - and it's a very fun and jazzy tune - one that is easily improvised upon - and we were really cutting a rug and crooning - and then when it was all over we were getting ready to go out and I could not get that tune out of my head. Now, it was less enjoyable. I said to Hen that I couldn't get it out of my head and he came over to me announcing he would help me. He placed his hands on my head and rubbed, gently running his hands through my hair as if to rid my head of the song. It was very sweet. "There." He said walking away.

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The other night as I was getting books for bedtime I heard a weird noise. I turned around and Walter had our nighttime snack of banana in his hands and he was biting into it from the side. It hadn't yet been peeled.

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Hen and I were picking up sticks in our backyard after some trees had been taken down and we were playing the Toy Story characters - I have been badly stereotyped as "Pretend Jessie" while Hen gets to play "Pretend Woody" and "Pretend Buzz" interchangeably. Sometimes - well, often - I screwed up and called Hen "sweet love" or "honey" and I was sharply reprimanded that I was out of character and he was whoever he was at that moment other than my Sweet Love.

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I was putting Walter down for bed and Henry followed me into his room holding his dolls. As I put Walt down, Jessie and Woody had an animated, loud whispered discussion that went something like this:
Jessie would blather about something to which Woody would reply, "Shhh!"
Jessie: Quiet!
Woody: Shhh!

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Henry and I were playing "coffeeshop" where Henry inquires about whether I would like some coffee, I say yes, he prepares it for me, gives it to me and then says, "Would you like some money?"
Well, while I wish more coffeeshop visits ended this way, I informed Hen that actually it's my job to pay him, so I say, "No, honey, I owe you."
He replies with, "Ok, here's your coffee and the ee-i-oh."