Sitting on my lap in Sacrament Meeting, Henry turned and whispered. “You know what, Mom? Rolie Polie Olie never goes to church.”
While I was making him a sandwich for his lunch today, he said, “You always remember the mayonnaise, so I’m not going to remind you anymore.” Glad to have finally earned his trust.
I was just showing Mabel some photos of Hazel a year ago, and Henry saw them and shouted, “She’s even CUTER!”