10/21/12: Pushing Buttons

“Mom. When I seven or eight I going to push lots of buttons.”

The fact that Henry is deadly serious and slowly pronouncing each syllable almost makes me lose it. I manage a straight face. “Okay, honey, I’m sure you will.”

“Yeah. Lots of buttons when I seven and eight.” He sounds like Rain Man.

I can’t resist giggling and kissing him. “Of course, sweetie.”

“Yeah. I going to have my own remote control.”

Henry spent the rest of the day toting around a dead remote control.


Dream big, honey!


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