Henry loves McDonald's french fries.  I don't know what they put in them to make them so yummy, but I think every kid on the planet must love those things!

Today, Henry and I attended the graveside service of a man who used to attend our church.  He and his wife have always been so supportive of John and me, and we had actually just seen them about three weeks ago.  John's parents were there, too, as were a few other church members and community members. 

Henry and I were headed back to our car, and I asked him if he would like to stop at McDonald's for some french fries on the way home.  "Yeah!" he enthusiastically responded.  "French fries!"  Now, he can't do the <fr> sound, but he can sorta do the <r> sound, and he was definitely repeating those two words to me.  So I have taught my child to say french fries.  And he said it several times on our way to McDonald's.

I have created a french fry monster!  :o)