April 2016

H has been infrequently and at random walking up behind people to bite their rumps through their pants for a few months now.

A: Should we get these kind of Crocs again?
H: Yeah. They’re a little small. But that’s OK, because my feet are a little small.

A: If you were a —–, what kind would you want to be?

H: Wild animal: lion (but will not discuss what he would eat as a lion)

truck: steamroller

boat: “race boat”

The kids are pretty good about putting their shoes away on the shelf next to the front door. In fact, Hunter has become extremely distraught several times lately when I took his shoes off in bed “to take downstairs later.” I have to take them all the way down.

Today he saw Katya’s flip flops lying in the middle of the living room floor. “Oh no! Katya’s shoes fell off! KATYA! I FOUND YOUR SHOES!”

B: Hey buddy, we need to get you some dinner.

H: I ate 500 things every day.

 

A: What’s your favorite fruit?

H: EVERYTHING!

A: What’s your favorite vegetable?

H: BROCCOLI!

 

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