{a funny boy}

Henry is always doing and saying things that make us laugh so hard.  He is very creative and thinks up some very inventive things to do around the house. 

Sometimes, those things are naughty...

and MESSY.

He went through a phase of slipping into the bathroom and making "planet earths" out of toilet paper, water, and lots of soap.

It seems much of his creativity is involved with water.

I am going to try and record some of these funny moments.  Maybe in ten or twenty years I will even think some of them are funny and the desire to strangle him will dissipate:)

Last week I was naive enough to think I could go upstairs and hang up my clean clothes.  The kids were playing train on the kitchen chairs and were highly amused and involved in their game.  I came downstairs literally five minutes later and they were both covered in yogurt and there were four empty cartons of yogurt splayed out on the counter and floor.  I did not even have the chance to say anything when Henry said:

"I ate three yogurts because I ran out of glucose which is a type of sugar that your body uses for energy.  That's why I ate four yogurts."

Seriously.

Yesterday, he told me "Mom, I would like lots of presents when I turn into a man."

Okay.

At church a couple of weeks ago he asked his father, "Dad, how much longer until I can serve a mission?"

Sweet.

I was recently on the phone with Henry's aunt and Henry was bugging me to death.  I could not hear a word, so I locked myself in the bathroom so I could finish the conversation.  Henry cried and screamed outside the door..."I want to be with you!!!"  Of course, we had to have a little talk about how that was not okay and sometimes mama had to speak on the phone with other people....etc...  Later at bedtime Henry told Chris he needed some more kisses and hugs from me before he went to bed.  He had missed me so much (20 minute phone call) and his feelings had been hurt.  He told Chris I was his very best friend.  You better believe I kissed that sweet boy a hundred times!  We had had a marvelous day that day and we had even put together a very difficult puzzle of the human body that took us an hour and a half.  Yes, I said an hour and a half.  Anyway, point being, we had spent ALL day together, but he remembered those twenty minutes of devastation when mom had the nerve to lock him out:)  I do have to say that whenever I go anywhere without him I like to come home and get a big fat hug and kiss!

I thought of something else.  He came up to me a couple of weeks ago and said out of nowhere, "Mom, I think the traitors and tyrants are not going to heaven...(pause)...they are wicked."  His favorite song is "Praise to the Man".  I am not sure how long he had been thinking about those lyrics.

I am sure there is more to come.