HENRY (upon first waking up): Today is going to be another horrible day.
ME: Why do you say that?
HENRY: Because I'm trying to be truthful.
My husband is home today, so he kept Silas with him while I walked Henry to school. On the way Henry said, "For once we don't have that bulky stroller, bulkin' things up."
When I ask Henry to check on Silas for me, he'll give me the report: "He's just sittin' in the living room, playing with his toy dog. I'd say there's a 10% chance of him bonking his head."
I just randomly belted out a song from a children's video and Henry joined me midway through. When we finished, there was a pause, and then Henry said, "We're not very good singers."
ME (frustrated): Henry, has anyone ever told you that you're a pain in the tuckus?
HENRY: No.
ME: Well, you're a pain in the tuckus.
HENRY (brightly): Thanks for tellin' me!
HENRY (enjoying the spoils of trick-or-treat): When are you going to tell me that's enough candy?
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