What every single conversation is like around here.
Me: Okay, it's time to go, so let's—
Henry [throwing himself to the ground]: WHAAAAAaaagh oof!
Me: Henry.
Henry: I really fell! That wasn't a trick!
Me: Yeah. Anyway, as I was saying—
Henry [careening toward the wall]: Oh nooooooo the house is sliding to one side!
Me: Henry, we're late for—
Henry: Oof! Oh, man, I hit that wall hard.
Me: I recommend you stop throwing yourself against hard surfaces. So as I was say—
Henry [his body sliding across the parquet]: HEHHHHHHHHFFFFfff.
Me: Oh, sweet baby Jesus, enough with the wacky pratfalls.
Henry: Now I'm going to hit the couch really hard with my face.
Me: No you're not. No, you're not NO YOU'RE NOT aaand you just did.
Henry: WHAT? That was an accident.
Me: You kind of gave yourself away when you announced it beforehand. Can you just put your socks on OH MY GOD GET UP.
Henry [face down in front of me]: I'M DOING IT. Why are you so grumpy all the time?
Me: Here. Your socks. HERE.
Henry [putting on one sock and then falling over]: WAAAIIIIOOOOOOooough.
Me: You're trying to kill me, aren't you.










January 23, 2009
Reader Comments (78)
He is adorable, but I'm sure getting him out of the house on time is less than fun at times...
and here I am with this crazy laughing again! the tears in eyes laughing thing I do when reading old posts of yours, alice! and this time it is stone sober, not even after drinking half a glass of wine, like the last time, the other night! well, i am probably half asleep, does that count? alice! you slay me! goodnight. zzzz