Diminutives
Lately, when Henry wants something, he says it over and over and over again. Just in case we didn’t hear it the first 36 times, I suppose. The funny thing is, he’ll say “Cup? Cup! CUPPY!” or “Zip? Zip! ZIPPY!” or “Try? Try! TRY-EEE!” or “Mama? Mama! MAMA-EEE!” Whatever works, right?
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Henry had several mouthfuls of some very spicy Indian chutney a couple of days ago because he believed it was avocado. I didn’t want to give it to him, but once he saw the creamy green sauce, he was very insistent that he have some. He’s never had guacamole as spicy as this chutney was, and to his credit, he kept eating it, tears streaming down his beet-red face as he repeated “hot” with each bite. (This was some serious chutney, people. And it was so very good. I’d be proud of Henry’s fearless eating, but I think he was genuinely confused by what he was ingesting. Like he couldn’t process how something that looked so much like avocado wasn’t.)
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Saturday after swim class, we took Henry to Wolfy’s for lunch. As we all sat munching hot dogs and (in Raphe’s case) hamburgers, Henry proceeded to charm all the other diners by smiling at them and shyly hiding his face when they smiled back. As an older Pakistani gentleman and his family left the restaurant, he kissed the top of Henry’s head and said, “This boy is an angel.”
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When I came home tonight, Henry raced toward me, exclaiming “Need hug! Need hug!” Well, if you’re going to twist my arm, Henry, I guess I’ll hug you.
May 11th, 2010 at 6:17 pm
What a GREAT day!