A couple things I need to write down...just to remember. Henry says about a thousand funny things a day and I'll certainly never remember them all, but here are two recent pieces of oratoracle fireworks:
-He and I are laying on our bed, doing some reading before it's time for him to get into his own bed and sleep. I'm reading one of the horrible books in the Twilight series and he's reading a comic book that Dave had gotten him earlier in the day. He has turned to a page with a rather voluptous looking spider girl. And he says to me, "Hey, Mom. That's spidergirl. You know how I can tell she's spidergirl and not spiderman?" And I'm thinking...oh no... Then he says, "Her gloves. Spiderman doesn't wear THOSE kind of gloves." I kept a serious "that makes perfect sense" face, and thanked my lucky stars he's observant in different ways than he will be later on in life. :)
-Odd that the second story also has to do with spiderman. Good lawrd. We're watching the movie (he's only recently gotten to watch the movie and I still feel hesitant about some parts being to grown up for him, but he just looks at me when I start to talk to Dave about it and says, "MOM! It's just make believe) - anyway, watching Spiderman and spideys kisses the main girl in one short scene. And Henry says, - bless his pure, three-year old heart - "Why is he biting she's lips? He still confuses the word "she" and "her" sometimes - it's something I just refuse to correct because I love it so much. Anyway - sweet Henry.
