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.